[Lyric] Bright Skies (Show Dem Camp)

[Verse 1: Tec]
How come every time it feels new to me
It’s hard to define what this used to be
Can’t put a price
On what i’ll do for free
Can't put a price when it’s you and me
They say that’s life
Omo true indeed
Approach it like my last
So it’s cool to see
We bang out
Do it for those who believe
Might be my Last dance
So I shoot the three
I’ve been on own tip
Bumping all my own shit
Keep my circle
Close knit
People too day code switch
Some just want to blow quick
Others want to roll spliff
Praises to the Most high
Catch me on grown shit
This life is a just a process x
Waking up in cold sweats
Dealing with my own stress
Find it hard to Flow sef
Questions to the most high
Like what you trying to show TEC
At times he got me feeling like
He doesn’t want to Know sef
But I’m so blessed
[Hook]
Sending love from the most high
With open arms to the bright skies

[Verse 2: Ghost]
The other day at the barbershop they were debating rap gods
Then I walk in the spot like what’s the level
Some guy said man speak of the devil
I told ‘em no I’m a vessel
My of book rhymes just embody a temple
That’s truly blessed
A gentleman still I keep it Fela Kuti-esque
Beats make me feel broody when it’s too intense…
I birth a verse that lives eternal
Then use my pen as epidural
Just so I don’t have to lose a sweat
They say my grey beard is due to stress
From the weight of making thoughts connect
Like the chain bridge in Budapest
That’s a chess gambit
With all due respect
I don’t have the time to walk you through the steps
If life teaches lessons
I’m a tutor’s pet
That’s probably why the pen game is UNICEF
Food for thought from the lazy youth you neglect
The most high gets me through the stress
I’m so blessed
[Hook]
Sending love from the most high
With open arms to the bright skies

[Outro: Ghost]