cure than all banks
A true artist,
that's why it's so hard to draw blanks
I sketch about my life every day,
and every line's colorful
Thanks to my wonderful choice of paints
Every time I go through,
something there's
a new hue
Mad at a new red, sad at a new blue
I talk about the people
that's so cutthroat
High -definition images
with every brushstroke
And while I'm on the
subject of my imagery
My symmetry is needed
in this industry
Calligraphy pens, pics for
L -lovers
Create soft moods like pastel colors
The lines I utter so utterly ridiculous
Picture this,
I could never dialogue as I'm
spittin' this
That means my music will live on
Put on, long after I'm gone, like
Yeah, you should be happy
I'm here
Uh, stick around,
be happy I'm here
Why you frowning?
Be happy I'm here
Uh, the campfire
Look, no trophies or rings, but I'm the man
I can stand like the champion that I am, am
If you ain't got no teammates,
you ain't got no teamwork
Kobe all alone saying, coach,
make this thing work
A feather in my fedora,
cause I'm a chief first
No
Indian giving, keep the diamonds,
I leave first
We'll be in touch as much as we
will when I leave earth
Believe me, you won't hear a peep in an
E -verse
It indeed hurt, but I done seen worse
An addict of a baby mother
who was clean first
That ain't defamation,
that's information
You're born with it, forfeit
it, and then it's
Satan
You're trying to block fire
with a tennis apron
I'm a homebody,
I'd rather be dinner platin'
This time I'm takin', man,
I'm finished waitin'
Michael
Angelo paintin', still illustratin'
Straight in, yeah,
you should be happy I'm here
Gather round,
be happy I'm here
Stick around while you frown,
be happy I'm here
Yeah, uh, the campfire
Yeah, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh,
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy