UrbanAqua

UrbanAqua

Yeah the sidewalk hot like oil in a wok

100 degrees, you could fry on rock

West 4th Street

Jan Sport backpack rapper

The paddy wagon ridin master

In the summer, kid, time goes faster

Get a buzz cut, meet me at Astor

I walk weighted down in a town full of clowns

Not famous yet, but the talk of the town

Heat (mama, mama, now can’t you see)

Rising up (what the core, it has done to me)

From the street (doing things I never thought I could)

Just like UrbanAqua (making moves I never thought I would)

Beat (mama, mama, now can’t you see)

Of the drums (what the core, it has done to me)

Like a wave (doing things I never thought I could)

Just like UrbanAqua

Long days in summer sun

Hangin out with everyone

Just getting started when the day is done

UrbanAqua

Yeah the sidewalk hot like oil in a wok

100 degrees, you could fry on rock

What people don’t know, people don’t feel

Burn me to a crisp, papi don’t peel

As a kid I would steal a Happy Meal

Then hop on my Big Wheel

Raspberry Beret

Skies are grey, lookin like Yankee away

That’s every day, not many can say

Your dreams come true when you think you can fly

Up to the stars are Skittles in a blueberry sky

Picture this...

Streetlights are candy canes

Rain is honey drops

Cotton candy clouds

Stop signs are lollipops

In the concrete oven

Little kids runnin

Squirt guns gunnin

Long days in summer sun

Hangin out with everyone

Just getting started when the day is done

UrbanAqua