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all city journeyman, rolling highways, dirt roads//and everything in between, just another version of home//melbournian show stealer, feel im worthy but know//it don't always work according to plan, gotta learn as you go//and i've found life's a game of inches, im still playing gaining digits//making calls, so if i fail, never blame it on indifference//since when train missions to obese were every teenage listeners right of passage//discern banging boombap there and back//i remember wagging to visit//so imagine me when the chance was given, to weave my own story into 4A Izzett's (address of Obese Records in Prahran)//couldn't wake me up with pinches//if the launch opened the door, then the block party blew it off the hinges//fast forward a year, and its my second LP//but im victorian baby, already coming after 3//don't worry bout me, im straight rep my city by the bay//spread love, all day, every day//And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town//we stand too strong here to ever step down//now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good//same number, same hood//And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town//we stand too strong here to ever step down//now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good//same number, same hood//Letras de cancionesim paying forward al the chances that the melbourne scene gave me//represent for them, even if it aint appreciated/to the kids with a dream writing rhymes to make a statement//this is where hard work, and a lot of heart can take it//in fact iv barely began, with steady hands ima plan//and craft mine for the fam, and the friends, and the fans//but they don't need me to tell em, theyv already planted the flag//for hiphop, on burnt copies of american bands//im in the bayside sunshine, reaping for the frankston line//and thats where ima be residing when they call time//this culture of kings kept me honest//when i had a dream, a ballpoint pen, and nothing in my wallet//swore if i got a hold of what i wanted, id be bringing it home//and ima work fingers to bone to keep the promise//this is one love for the kids still struggling//melbourne city, bar none, but nothing//And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town//we stand too strong here to ever step down//now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good//same number, same hood//And all i know is that i love our music, i rep my town//we stand too strong here to ever step down//now they all hooked, i never change, let em know that its all good//same number, same hood// From Letras Mania