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