Letra
[Intro]
Yeah
Island in my blood, uh
City on my mind, look
[Verse 1]
Wake up, sun on my eyelids
Salt in the air, still grindin' for the high bid
Flip-flops, but my head in the business
Coconut cup while I plot me a wishlist
Wave crash, but the beat keep bumpin'
Cousin in the yard turn the old box up and
Kids play ball in the red dirt runnin'
Grandma hum a hymn, whole block start hummin'
I came from a one-room, two-bed, ten heart
Still learn to move like a king from the start
Laugh through the stress, little rum for the scars
Talk big talk, but we reach for the stars
[Pre-Chorus]
Pressure on my back, still I bounce like this
Turnin' every setback to a thank-you list
From the rain on the roof to the gold on my wrist
It’s the same old kid, just the frame got switched
[Chorus]
Island boy with a city flow
Turn the speakers up, let the riddim go
We don’t run from the fire, we let it glow
We just wind, we just grind, then we take it slow
From the block to the bay to the global show
Put the troubles in the bass, let the blessings grow
From the highs, from the lows, everybody know
I’m an island boy with a city flow
[Verse 2]
Check it
Passport tatted like a wall of graffiti
Still hear crickets when I’m deep in the city
Still hear auntie when the contract tricky
“Read that twice, don’t you move too quickly”
Beach in my slang when I talk that cash
Still split plates when the squad eat fast
Still drop food when the pot too small
Still make room when the fam all call
I got big plans, but I walk with grace
Head to the sky,
Estilo de música
rap, Bouncy rap-reggae fusion over warm bass and skanking guitars, offbeat keys and rimshot snare. Verses ride a laid-back but confident pocket with tightly stacked doubles and ad-libs; hook explodes with singalong melody, gang vocals, and big low-end. Smooth tape delay on key lines, subtle horn stabs in the drops, festival-ready energy.