Music & Lapa
Music
Hey Lapa, ever notice how the rhythm of a city beats like a drum—each alley, each siren, it’s almost a soundtrack waiting to be turned into a melody?
Lapa
Yeah, the city’s a drum but I hear it in splashes, not sheets. Every wall’s got a bass line if you let it, just don’t be waiting for a beat to hit—you gotta throw the paint first.
Music
I love how you see the city in colors, like a living canvas—let’s paint that bass line together, one splash at a time.
Lapa
Sure, but you gotta be quick—walls don’t wait for your beat. Grab a sticker, find a vibe, and let’s splash the bass line.