Текст песни Different (feat. Lord Apex) - Kam-Bu

Stepped in vibes like Obi-Wan
If I′m in a rave they show me love
Fingers in the pie, my rollie scuffed
Love to the females holding doves
Looking at me like the chosen one
Tell 'em it′s cozy, if you don't know me
We can make friends, yeah I'm with Apex
Says she like bands so I showed her
Wait there
Me and my guys like rangers
Doing up qway from day 1
Circle lock like masons
Dem man minor mine are major
I don′t really watch man too tough
Focus on my stunts like woo-haa
Got this games on its knees like ooo-lard
Only buy if it plus my mula
Man you know what I do
Man you know what I′m on
Aye pass me the bong
Yeah
Might write a song
No it won't take long
Know the grain to strong
Yeah
If the mood to long, won′t do me wrong
Probably keep me on
Yeah
Probably keep me sane
No change but I still got train
No amm but I still like strains
In the sun but I still like rain
Big archives, I could drop a banger everyday
Master of the arts
Perfecting my craft
You know that I had to make em wait
I was down bad, had a little wait, had to make it shake
Uggghh
Then I put it down, back to the bars, I was out the way
Different different, conscious yute but I'm ′ignant
Been this way since Infant, no man curse my vision
Different different, still old skool with the biscuits, still move dumb but he gifted, still round town getting lifted
Different different, conscious yute but I'm ′ignant
Been this way since Infant, no man curse my vision
Different different, still old skool with the biscuits, still move dumb but he gifted, still round town getting lifted
Doing up pilgrims, tryna find mills in, yearn my pickings
Reap what you sow so I so my different
World is yours, come my children
It's B U be yourself
Free your mind, see the health
I've been down leaving hell, I was shook now I′m well
Rise and give tanks early, with a bad b code name shirley
And she rolls them backwards certi
And I love them breast, they perky
I like bigs ones, smalls ones, curvy
She want sip my tea it′s earthy
I don't mind when them ones curve me
I don′t mind when them ones curve me
Uhh, yeah
Running out of options
Oh shit
Just another day
Getting on my boss shit so you know I'm putting down the Jane
Camera gon′ pan
Picking up pen writing down plans
Pullen hit me up, I just hit the stew, made another Jam
Ugh
No bread, good head
Got me dead
Burn the beat
Now its toast
Know to gloat
I'm the goat
Couldn′t cope
With no hope
Now we spoke it, into existence
Now worked it with the persistence
He from London but he so different