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Two Passports, One Crown lyrics
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Intro
Two passports, one crown…
Verse 1
Sunrise cracks the blinds in the 305 crib Mama yelling “Oya come chop” while I’m already halfway out the door Yellow bus exhaust mixing with yesterday’s jollof on my hoodie Headphones locked on drill snares, but the kitchen speaker still bumping that shuffle Teachers butcher the surname, I let it slide for the group chat love After-school cypher, I tuck the village roll, spit clean American cut
Pre-chorus
Small trades stacking: accent filed down, name shortened on the feature list Validation sweet like first plantain fry, makes the mirror look away for now
Chorus
Two passports stamped, but I’m claiming both lands Miami in my veins, Accra in my hands Code switch smooth, no need to choose sides Hybrid king, where the culture collides Pass-port! Pass-port!
Verse 2
Studio glow, they eating up the “exotic” sauce I serve But I buried the market haggling, the loud family proverbs American crew dubs me African prince, cousins reply “oyinbo ting” Suspended in the layover lounge of my own damn life
Pre-chorus
Erasures piling like missed connections, heart stuck on standby Bag getting heavy so I swallow the doubt and keep the same smile
Chorus
Two passports stamped, but I’m claiming both lands Miami in my veins, Accra in my hands Code switch smooth, no need to choose sides Hybrid king, where the culture collides Pass-port! Pass-port!
Verse 3
Touch down in Accra, family hugs tight but eyes scan the fresh Nikes Cousins laughing “you forgot how to dance the azonto, my guy?” I fumble the handshake rhythm, tongue trips on the greeting line Tourist in my own blood, passport full but belonging on empty
Bridge
Hotel fan spinning lazy, ceiling cracks mirror my split mind Which side pushed me out first, the one I ran to or the roots I left behind? Then I hear it through the window, young blood freestyling pure Twi over trap snare tight Unfiltered, full volume, no shrink, no light dimmed for the stage light Shell cracks open… I was never built to pick one lane
Verse 4
Back on Miami concrete, I let the full tongue breathe Pidgin sliding in the triplet, Afro swing underneath the 808s No more hiding kente threads in the chain or palm-oil stains on the sleeve
Verse 5
Now I run dual stack, no apology in my stance Festival lights from ATL to Lagos, crowd singing in both tongues at once Pride in the tension, my superpower, my only chance What parts you shrink to fit? I stretched the door, took the whole expanse
Chorus
Two passports stamped, but I’m claiming both lands Miami in my veins, Accra in my hands Code switch smooth, no need to choose sides Hybrid king, where the culture collides Pass-port! Pass-port!
Outro
Two passports… one crown… infinite lands…
Inside the recording
Two passports, one crown…
Small trades stacking: accent filed down, name shortened on the feature list Validation sweet like first plantain fry, makes the mirror look away for now
Two passports… one crown… infinite lands…
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