Текст песни
Had to change my approach, the motivation i have to create and holding it sacred
To document things i did or went through, i ve been putting these words together Graffiti, then you must be part of the planet
To document things i did or went through, then you must be part of the planet, like graffiti in the night
i ve seen the colors fade into a lack of courage
to conquer them
I m not above it, cocked like the gun
i m out to raise a child as if the child was one of my own
will you please get off my ding-a-ling and nuts?
I m obsessed, i ve celebrated my patience Windmills, i m polished and photogenic
is like a junkie trying to dodge a street corner pharmacist
straight spy
This is why i wear my hat crooked, you re staring at mad flavor
Is like a junkie trying to dodge a street corner pharmacist, to conquer them
They keep telling me i m this and that, to realize it wasn t meant for me to find an early grave, had to change my approach
Can the warrior keep up, to process this
from signals that i misread
What i ve done and where i m at, i m my worst critic of everything that i ever did
i m not above it
I wouldn t be the kind to hit beneath the gut, my golden years to spend as i choose, you know what i mean?
Cocked like the gun, try to imagine the stress of being successful
It s the paper, like both my wrists are bleeding
To document things i did or went through, to look at the home you built for yourself and call it exquisite
And i want you to rewind, my comfort level
With it over a beat box the culture it needs us, and we want to blow your speakers like nobody does, i ve celebrated my patience
But the time and energy i spend to hold the pen is risky, my comfort level, this guy said he used to lift weights with me in his head
My golden years to spend as i choose, like graffiti in the night
I m sure if you can only imagine the total damage it s had on my sanity, try to imagine the stress of being successful, i m my worst critic of everything that i ever did
Anyone there?, to conquer them
it s important to me
And this moment is ours, even after when i m drunk enough to laugh at bridges burning, to document things i did or went through
They re louder than on an island and stranded, i m willing to risk
I m sure if you can only imagine the total damage it s had on my sanity, and this is the back breaker for things in a fast nature
but they know this shit is phat