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Curved Streets & Broken Beats 1 by Spencer

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Curved Streets & Broken Beats 1 by Spencer - London Rap,Male Vocals music cover art

Curved Streets & Broken Beats 1

London Rap,Male Vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(Intro)
Yo, listen up, this one’s raw, no disguise,
From the heart of London, where the truth lies.
Brad’s the name, curved streets his domain,
Banana trees fall, polar bears feel the pain.
(Verse 1)
Brad’s got that twist, like the Thames in the fog,
Curved like a question mark, defying the mob.
Kicks down banana trees, leaves ’em bent and bruised,
Jungle king in the city, ain’t got time to lose.
Single-handed, polar bears shiver on the ice,
Fighting so savage, ain’t no rollin’ dice.
His fists write stories, sharper than a knife,
In the cold London night, Brad’s fighting for life.
(Chorus)
Abby, Bella, Olivia, hearts locked tight,
Brad’s knocking on doors but never gets it right.
Pills in his palm, a party’s shadow cast,
Dark thoughts creeping, but he’s built to last.
Curved dick, curved fate, but he stands tall,
London’s gritty son, won’t let himself fall.
(Verse 2)
Sacks it to Jacob, the skills are unmatched,
Jacob and Jack try but get dispatched.
Brad’s moves are poetry, raw and refined,
A warrior’s rhythm, one of a kind.
In the alleys where the neon flickers low,
Brad’s fighting spirit starts to glow.
Not just muscle, but a soul that’s scarred,
London’s underdog, playing hard.
(Bridge)
Life’s banana trees, sometimes they bend and break,
Brad’s curved path, every step he takes.
Rejection’s cold like polar bear’s breath,
But he fights through the shadows, defying death.
Pills tried to silence the storm inside,
But Brad’s fire burns, can’t be denied.
(Chorus)
Abby, Bella, Olivia, hearts locked tight,
Brad’s knocking on doors but never gets it right.
Pills in his palm, a party’s shadow cast,
Dark thoughts creeping, but he’s built to last.
Curved dick, curved fate, but he stands tall,
London’s gritty son, won’t let himself fall.
(Outro)
So here’s to Brad, curved legend of the street,
With every bruise and battle, he don’t accept defeat.
From banana tree kicks to polar bear fights,
London’s raw heartbeat, shining through the nights.
Remember the name, the curve, the fight,
Brad’s story echoes in the London night.
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