Carnaval Drip

Whistles scream

Masks on

Schemes

Glitter on the pavement

Money in the seams (skrrt)

Step out

Feathers on my back

That’s pressure

Gold teeth flash in the flash

That’s treasure

Old auntie dancing with the plug

That’s leisure

Kid in the crowd on the phone

That’s measure

Of how far we came from the block to the blocos

Drum line banging on my chest like a bongo

Flag round my neck

Still dodge that convo

Same time

Confetti in the sky like a convo

Carnaval drip

Mask on

Can’t tell

Dancing with the devil in a church bell swell

Crowd so loud

Can’t hear intel

But the beat still talks

And it talks too well

Carnaval drip

Mask on

Can’t tell

Body on the waist

Other hand on a scale

Laugh in the light while we step through hell

But the beat still talks

And it talks too well (woo)

Street vendor shouting

Plate full

That’s culture

Bro in the corner with a pack

That’s vulture

Kids paint faces

Angels

Sculptures

Mum say “pray

” but the text say “structure”

Float go past with a saint on top

Eye contact with my guy by the shop

One spin round and the plan don’t stop

Bass hit once and the heart might drop (boom)

Glow paint on the hands

Throw signs

Sky full of smoke and designs

Police in a line on the side

Still we wine

Still we slide (slide)

Old drum beat with a new crime

Same parade

Just a new time

Ask if I’m safe? “Yeah

I’m fine”

But the bassline read my mind