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lirik lagu ync tyzzo - hood piano

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[intro – ync tyzzo]
(malik, run that piano, bro…)
yeah…
sky blue ain’t just a color, it’s a storm i made it through
hood symphony type sh~t…
we turn pain into chords in this b~tch
let’s go

[verse 1 – ync tyzzo]
grew up where the sirens sing more than choirs do
where the gunshots echo like a drumline through
mama used to hum pain over pots on the stove
now i hum pain over keys and a microphone
piano by the window where my bro got clapped
bullet holes in the glass, but the frame still intact
i write ballads on the block, where we pray for peace
then wipe tears with a .40 in the passenger seat
ain’t no sheet music in this section
we compose from scars, not perfection
my melody got felons and fallen in each bar
we play chopin in the trap over gunfire
i seen kids play hopscotch next to candlelights
funerals at noon, shootouts after night
this the soundtrack to what we ain’t choose
so i pour out my truth over keys and blues
[chorus – ync tyzzo]
this that hood piano, soul in every note (soul)
keys cry pain when the world don’t cope (cry)
melody of a block that never knew peace (never)
we turn heartache to harmony in these streets
yeah, this that hood piano (play it), rage in the chords
drill lullabies from a youngin’ at war (uh~huh)
it ain’t classical, but it’s all i got
playin’ hope on a keyboard outside my spot (facts)

[verse 2 – ync tyzzo]
fingers dirty but i still play with grace
each key a memory i wish i could erase
white keys for the angels that i had to bury
black keys for the nights i felt pain heavy
my homie caught five, never made parole
now i visit his mom, bring peace to her soul
we used to freestyle over school desk taps
now i freestyle pain on this yamaha lap
i don’t need no label to tell me i’m art
i bled on these verses like it came from my heart
this that real~life beat, ain’t no 808
just my truth and a tempo that the streets relate
piano cracked, but the soul still clean
like my block — rough edges, but a real~ass dream
every bar i spit got a chord behind it
every tear i shed got a note to remind it
[chorus – ync tyzzo]
this that hood piano, soul in every note (soul)
keys cry pain when the world don’t cope (don’t cope)
melody of a block that never knew peace (never knew it)
we turn heartache to harmony in these streets
yeah, this that hood piano (let it ring), rage in the chords (uh)
drill lullabies from a youngin’ at war (youngin’)
it ain’t classical, but it’s all i got
playin’ hope on a keyboard outside my spot

[bridge – ync tyzzo]
(play on, play on…)
you hear that? that’s trauma with a tempo
dreams with decay in the demo
no cello, just ghettos
but i still find heaven in the echoes…

[outro – ync tyzzo]
so i sit at this hood piano every night
talk to god in a song with no mic
if i make it out, i’ll bring the whole block too
until then, i let these chords bleed through…
yeah
sky blue, track fourteen
we ain’t done yet
(keep playin’, malik)


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