Canvas on the train yards, Spray cans blast
Colors spread wild, painting history at last
Midnight marauders, ghosting like shadows
Trackside Da Vinci's, no need for gallows
Cityscape our gallery, tags on skyscrapers
From the rooftops, we scribble life's papers
Laxfylla journal, ink stained fingers
From Bushwick to Harlem, cities where it lingers
Money in our pockets, but wealth's in the name
Drank champagne on the roof, the view ain't the same
Arts our legacy, trains our transport
Steel canvas kings, writing our own passport
Laxfylla baby, we kings in the city
Brushes in hand, turning gritty to pretty
Laxfylla champagne feels so right
Tagging trains in the neon light
Moonlit craft sessions, paint like Cezanne
Vandalism or art, palettes in our hands
We're unseen poets, rhymes in aerosol tones
In the heart of the concrete, making it our own
Streets our canvas, no rules we follow
Flowing our dreams, cups full, never hollow
From the King's Bridge to Flatbush
Paint, drip, arcade, Wall kings
Train robbers, midnight serenade
Money stacks, respect, not luxury rental
Empty cans orchestras, our lives transcendental
Spray paint symphony, hit em with the style
Making our mark, been repping for a while
Laxfylla baby, we kings in the city
Brushes in hand, turning gritty to pretty
Laxfylla champagne feels so right
Tagging trains in the neon light
Moonlit craft sessions, paint like Cezanne
Vandalism or art, palettes in our hands
We're unseen poets, rhymes in aerosol tones
In the heart of the concrete, making it our own
Moonlit craft sessions, paint like Cezanne
Vandalism or art palettes in our hands
We're unseen poets, rhymes in aerosol tones
In the heart of the concrete, making it our own
Streets our canvas, no rules we follow
Floating our dreams, cups full, never hollow
From the King's Bridge to Flatbush
Paint, drip, arcade, Wall kings
Train robbers, midnight serenade
Money stacks, respect, not luxury rental
Empty cans, orchestras, our lives transcendental
Spray paint symphony, hit em with the style
Making our mark, been repping for a while
Laxfylla baby, we kings in the city
Brushes in hand, turning pretty to pretty
Laxfylla champagne feels so right
Tagging trains in the neon light
Laxfylla Kings Video (MV)
Laxfyllan - Laxfylla Kings Lyrics
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Canvas on the train yards, Spray cans blast
Colors spread wild, painting history at last
Midnight marauders, ghosting like shadows
Trackside Da Vinci's, no need for gallows
Cityscape our gallery, tags on skyscrapers
From the rooftops, we scribble life's papers
Laxfylla journal, ink stained fingers
From Bushwick to Harlem, cities where it lingers
Money in our pockets, but wealth's in the name
Drank champagne on the roof, the view ain't the same
Arts our legacy, trains our transport
Steel canvas kings, writing our own passport
Laxfylla baby, we kings in the city
Brushes in hand, turning gritty to pretty
Laxfylla champagne feels so right
Tagging trains in the neon light
Moonlit craft sessions, paint like Cezanne
Vandalism or art, palettes in our hands
We're unseen poets, rhymes in aerosol tones
In the heart of the concrete, making it our own
Streets our canvas, no rules we follow
Flowing our dreams, cups full, never hollow
From the King's Bridge to Flatbush
Paint, drip, arcade, Wall kings
Train robbers, midnight serenade
Money stacks, respect, not luxury rental
Empty cans orchestras, our lives transcendental
Spray paint symphony, hit em with the style
Making our mark, been repping for a while
Laxfylla baby, we kings in the city
Brushes in hand, turning gritty to pretty
Laxfylla champagne feels so right
Tagging trains in the neon light
Moonlit craft sessions, paint like Cezanne
Vandalism or art, palettes in our hands
We're unseen poets, rhymes in aerosol tones
In the heart of the concrete, making it our own
Moonlit craft sessions, paint like Cezanne
Vandalism or art palettes in our hands
We're unseen poets, rhymes in aerosol tones
In the heart of the concrete, making it our own
Streets our canvas, no rules we follow
Floating our dreams, cups full, never hollow
From the King's Bridge to Flatbush
Paint, drip, arcade, Wall kings
Train robbers, midnight serenade
Money stacks, respect, not luxury rental
Empty cans, orchestras, our lives transcendental
Spray paint symphony, hit em with the style
Making our mark, been repping for a while
Laxfylla baby, we kings in the city
Brushes in hand, turning pretty to pretty
Laxfylla champagne feels so right
Tagging trains in the neon light
Colors spread wild, painting history at last
Midnight marauders, ghosting like shadows
Trackside Da Vinci's, no need for gallows
Cityscape our gallery, tags on skyscrapers
From the rooftops, we scribble life's papers
Laxfylla journal, ink stained fingers
From Bushwick to Harlem, cities where it lingers
Money in our pockets, but wealth's in the name
Drank champagne on the roof, the view ain't the same
Arts our legacy, trains our transport
Steel canvas kings, writing our own passport
Laxfylla baby, we kings in the city
Brushes in hand, turning gritty to pretty
Laxfylla champagne feels so right
Tagging trains in the neon light
Moonlit craft sessions, paint like Cezanne
Vandalism or art, palettes in our hands
We're unseen poets, rhymes in aerosol tones
In the heart of the concrete, making it our own
Streets our canvas, no rules we follow
Flowing our dreams, cups full, never hollow
From the King's Bridge to Flatbush
Paint, drip, arcade, Wall kings
Train robbers, midnight serenade
Money stacks, respect, not luxury rental
Empty cans orchestras, our lives transcendental
Spray paint symphony, hit em with the style
Making our mark, been repping for a while
Laxfylla baby, we kings in the city
Brushes in hand, turning gritty to pretty
Laxfylla champagne feels so right
Tagging trains in the neon light
Moonlit craft sessions, paint like Cezanne
Vandalism or art, palettes in our hands
We're unseen poets, rhymes in aerosol tones
In the heart of the concrete, making it our own
Moonlit craft sessions, paint like Cezanne
Vandalism or art palettes in our hands
We're unseen poets, rhymes in aerosol tones
In the heart of the concrete, making it our own
Streets our canvas, no rules we follow
Floating our dreams, cups full, never hollow
From the King's Bridge to Flatbush
Paint, drip, arcade, Wall kings
Train robbers, midnight serenade
Money stacks, respect, not luxury rental
Empty cans, orchestras, our lives transcendental
Spray paint symphony, hit em with the style
Making our mark, been repping for a while
Laxfylla baby, we kings in the city
Brushes in hand, turning pretty to pretty
Laxfylla champagne feels so right
Tagging trains in the neon light
Writer: Lax Fyllan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid