Beat Butcha - Love Affair lyrics

[Verse 1: Requiem] Walk down the laneways and alleys with me Melbourne feels like a mix of New York and Cali to me You got the grime, graf, smelly trash You got real rap, art culture and all that You got beach babes, rays in summer You got rain in the winter, the city goin' under All around the city, Footscray to Brunny Scamming trams for free, buskers makin' money Something funny overcomes me as I enter the city Some people don't feel the same, that's a real pity The girls are real pretty, the music is beautiful Gigs every weeknight, party goes through the roof Cops try and break it up, but they can't fake the funk While devils takin' junk, angels makin' love Under the train station they sellin' wax Melbourne is the city that welcomes me back [Hook: Joshua Tavares] Trains, trams, coffee, graf We got culture, can't copy that Even when I curse, yes, she wants me back This city is a gift and she's got be wrapped Trains, trams, coffee, graf We got culture, can't copy that Even when I curse, yes, she wants me back This city is a gift and she's got be wrapped [Verse 2: Requiem] Sippin' espresso with the best folks Coffee capital you best know Best blends, it's where stress ends, blessed trends It's where you meet the best friends Message mates to link up, nightly drink up On the rooftop or laneway, put your feet up You see us, relaxin' gee'd up at the ale house Into the next day we stay aloud Clutch the handrail, elderly sit down Public transport, how denizens get down Small world so small you feel mad related To fellow pa**engers, connection is validated Dumplings to kebabs, sushi to BLATs Pasta to yum cha, my favourite eats in a rap The city got my brain stimulated everyday Exploring the place I love in every way (in every way) [Hook: Joshua Tavares] Trains, trams, coffee, graf We got culture, can't copy that (you can't) Even when I curse, yes, she wants me back This city is a gift and she's got be wrapped Trains, trams, coffee, graf We got culture, can't copy that Even when I curse, yes, she wants me back This city is a gift and she's got be wrapped [Verse 3: Requiem] Hipsters, fiends and in-between Melbourne the home of my hip hop scene The place where the walls are never clean Prowla to Trem, it's the home of the kings Trains, crews be riding them From Kings Way to the mighty writer's bench Best believe ya gotta keep the pace The place to make moves, no time waits It's the place people migrate I did in '05, now it's got me in this mind-state Love hate relationship I learned Leave fed up, all is forgiven upon my return Earn the short cuts best trust Like where to get free eats after dusk I got a love affair with the Burn It flows through my veins like the Yarra through hers [Hook: Joshua Tavares] Trains, trams, coffee, graf We got culture, can't copy that Even when I curse, yes, she wants me back This city is a gift and she's got be wrapped Trains, trams, coffee, graf We got culture, can't copy that Even when I curse, yes, she wants me back This city is a gift and she's got be wrapped [Outro: Requiem] Melbourne Whether it's your home Or you're just pa**ing through It's a love affair