Lyrics Spraycan Stories, Pt. 2 - Looptroop Rockers

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
It's Part you
Just partake
Come on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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