Spraycan Stories, Pt.2

Lyrics

[Intro] Behind every saint is a story Behind every saint is a story There's a stor.... My shit is wicked, but this ain't no Satan stories I love my vegan meat but this ain't no safe can stories You need to get outside this ain't no spray tan stories The title of the jam, it's Spraycan Stories, Pt.2 It's Part 2 It's Part 2 It's Part you Just partake Come on [Verse 1] Judging from all the graf songs that I done You probably think I was a master; King #1 Tell the truth I was too scared So graf to me was about overcoming my fears Thing is...I was still in school When the crew that I rode with was killing fools And I was focusing on grades and shit But I was torn between the things I had to do and just painting shit So nowadays when I appreciate That I had parents that would worry if I came home late Back in the days, that wasn't the case Tears were mixed with ink when I sketched on another page So I had to come up with some kind of story Not this type but 'nother kind of story Little did I know that it would end up in a story That afternoon, after school, when my friend call me [Chorus] Spraycan Stories, Pt.2 is the title Reminisce and take part of the recital Getting chased, raided, but mostly getting shit painted A pain to societies ass 'cause they hate it Spraycan Stories, Pt.2 is the title To reminisce and write our own history is vital Getting chased, raided, but mostly getting shit painted Ayyo, graf can't be faded [Verse 2] He told me meet him at the station The whole crew would go on the last train heading west Bound for total devastation I was studying as usual, but this a different kind of test We were riders on our rites of passages Graduating into project managers Either that or a lifetime of paying damages Regardless, it wasn't how we planned, it just happened Now the summer's almost over We was sleeping outside though the nights were getting colder Set the alarm at 4 o'clock in the morning Put out sleeping bags on the ground in the forest Soon we creeping back to the train from before which We came with [huh]; quiet, look around, here we go, shhh Listen to the rest of the story Just let me catch my breath, help me out with the chorus [Chorus] Spraycan Stories, Pt.2 is the title Reminisce and take part of the recital Getting chased, raided, but mostly getting shit painted A pain to societies ass 'cause they hate it Spraycan Stories, Pt.2 is the title To reminisce and write our own history is vital Getting chased, raided, but mostly getting shit painted Ayyo, graf can't be faded [Verse 3] Window to the down to the hold to the car I had overcome my fears, I had broken the law That sweet feeling that I known from before We started flipping out, my friend took off his drawers Put his underwear on his face like a mask All our nervousness had changed into laughs I still got those photos from the days of the past Over 20 years ago, time's racing so fast [Bridge] Graffiti writers won't die All I ever wanted was my name on the wall Spraying it all, who are you sayin' I'm wrong Behind every saint is a story Those are saying lies and disturbance...there's a story We doing this for you to bomb the city to, because We doing this for all graffiti crews It goes [Chorus] Spraycan Stories, Pt.2 is the title Reminisce and take part of the recital Getting chased, raided, but mostly getting shit painted A pain to societies ass 'cause they hate it Spraycan Stories, Pt.2 is the title To reminisce and write our own history is vital Getting chased, raided, but mostly getting shit painted Ayyo, graf can't be faded Behind every saint is a story