I know what it means to be close
I feel the distance, feel the cold
Distant hearts feel the ice
Missing that warm paradise
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
This is gutter music
Curb getter rhyme spitter
Fly quotes Fresh Folk
Loc' can't get no better
I rep that SERvice letter
I go and get her
Hold her close like those last days
Arnold knows
This is toe to toe beat bang
F*ck your street gang
Son this is street fame
I come from where the heat hang
Swoop up to high jack your shoe game
Time to revaluate how to play
Now it's 2018
And we riding for a dream
On those 20 inch rims that took us for...
18-K with a Day like it was LA
But this is the Z Town baby!
Back up your word play
We lay low in the yard
Rep the city hard
End to end whole cars
Sippin' out of mason jars
Shinning like falling stars
Boy it's odd
We came a long way from the BOB
This is city talk
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
Replicating that
City wide assault
I followed the I-10
So it's not my fault
Black pepper and a little bit of salt
Montana, iron lak, if these walls could talk
From street artistry, to gastronomy, to astronomy
Head in the sky, up with the stars all night
Then it dawned on me
I am the city, you can draw on me
Rich tapestry of community life
Bucking the colony
All of me, follow me, calling me
Walking the line
So fleek, so fine
Mine is Devine
Let it be re-de-fined
Redvan, I tend to your vines
Leaves and fruit
Limbs and trunk
Grounds and root knotty roots
This dread gengy dread
My tears, my sweat, I've bled
To see beyond the limits
And put em in these bars
Each word a fruitful tree and shining stars
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
Fresh Folk - My Paradise (feat. Marisa Mata) Lyrics
Fresh Folk - My Paradise (feat. Marisa Mata) Lyrics
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I know what it means to be close
I feel the distance, feel the cold
Distant hearts feel the ice
Missing that warm paradise
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
This is gutter music
Curb getter rhyme spitter
Fly quotes Fresh Folk
Loc' can't get no better
I rep that SERvice letter
I go and get her
Hold her close like those last days
Arnold knows
This is toe to toe beat bang
F*ck your street gang
Son this is street fame
I come from where the heat hang
Swoop up to high jack your shoe game
Time to revaluate how to play
Now it's 2018
And we riding for a dream
On those 20 inch rims that took us for...
18-K with a Day like it was LA
But this is the Z Town baby!
Back up your word play
We lay low in the yard
Rep the city hard
End to end whole cars
Sippin' out of mason jars
Shinning like falling stars
Boy it's odd
We came a long way from the BOB
This is city talk
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
Replicating that
City wide assault
I followed the I-10
So it's not my fault
Black pepper and a little bit of salt
Montana, iron lak, if these walls could talk
From street artistry, to gastronomy, to astronomy
Head in the sky, up with the stars all night
Then it dawned on me
I am the city, you can draw on me
Rich tapestry of community life
Bucking the colony
All of me, follow me, calling me
Walking the line
So fleek, so fine
Mine is Devine
Let it be re-de-fined
Redvan, I tend to your vines
Leaves and fruit
Limbs and trunk
Grounds and root knotty roots
This dread gengy dread
My tears, my sweat, I've bled
To see beyond the limits
And put em in these bars
Each word a fruitful tree and shining stars
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
I feel the distance, feel the cold
Distant hearts feel the ice
Missing that warm paradise
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
This is gutter music
Curb getter rhyme spitter
Fly quotes Fresh Folk
Loc' can't get no better
I rep that SERvice letter
I go and get her
Hold her close like those last days
Arnold knows
This is toe to toe beat bang
F*ck your street gang
Son this is street fame
I come from where the heat hang
Swoop up to high jack your shoe game
Time to revaluate how to play
Now it's 2018
And we riding for a dream
On those 20 inch rims that took us for...
18-K with a Day like it was LA
But this is the Z Town baby!
Back up your word play
We lay low in the yard
Rep the city hard
End to end whole cars
Sippin' out of mason jars
Shinning like falling stars
Boy it's odd
We came a long way from the BOB
This is city talk
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
Replicating that
City wide assault
I followed the I-10
So it's not my fault
Black pepper and a little bit of salt
Montana, iron lak, if these walls could talk
From street artistry, to gastronomy, to astronomy
Head in the sky, up with the stars all night
Then it dawned on me
I am the city, you can draw on me
Rich tapestry of community life
Bucking the colony
All of me, follow me, calling me
Walking the line
So fleek, so fine
Mine is Devine
Let it be re-de-fined
Redvan, I tend to your vines
Leaves and fruit
Limbs and trunk
Grounds and root knotty roots
This dread gengy dread
My tears, my sweat, I've bled
To see beyond the limits
And put em in these bars
Each word a fruitful tree and shining stars
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
O' love of mine, bless this city
Calling my name
Like paradise
O' love of mine, bless the city
Calling me to
Build paradise
Writer: E. Morondos, J. Pina, M. Mata
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid