I should probably get to bed, I got work in the morning
I think I'll paint a picture what I'm fixin' will get you sorted,
I can see all of the colors even when the lightsare shortin'
Wanna live a happy life, but can we afford it
When the pain fall, when the easel drop
That's when all the colors slip and make the canvas pop, haven't heard
This, but I heard a lot of lies
Never thought I was an artist, I thought I was fake, til
I took a look around and realized we all the same (we all the same) never thought I was an
Artist, thought it was all was fake, til I took a look around and realized it's all the
Same
An Artist sees what they can, yeah, with what they got, I see a beautiful world
Even when the painting dry,
No matter how hard it gets, you know that I'll try, no matter
How hard it gets, you know that I'll try
Baby here we go, a couple rhymes he wrote, a couple times he tell us about the shit he doesn't
Know
And he's so woke, and he's so broke, what's the point of all this art if no one's listening though
And I can feel it right now, when the ceiling lies down, there's a zillion reasons to stop, but I can't quit it right now
Cause I'm an addict, I don't quit i've been gambling on this shit, and I feel the heat, I feel the heat
I feel the reason to commit and not to flee, so please, so please, can you hear me