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- Happy Little Trees 歌詞 Gym Class Heroes
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- Gym Class Heroes Happy Little Trees 歌詞
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Messier than canvass by Jackson Pollock Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace I make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it Then get back to me at your earliest convenience Check my verbal sequence as I texturize these tracks Seven layers to be exact eliminate the whack With a firm brush stroke I mc paintily Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages subliminal Cause me and rap go way back we compliment So together we enhance one another thats common sense High intensity catches the eye your jaw drops Be a real critic not explicit with false props I keep my darks deep my lights bright Im very thorough With my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife Now watch me rock the spot like ? minus the ****** And make my face popular like Andy did to MarilynIts kinda scary when real art gets left behind While they take * ******* and start sellin it to blind folks But I remain humble as long as ? continues spinnin hot **** On his twin twelve-hundred color wheels of steel ** ** mass appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it So open your eyes and listen Combine your ears with vision Or do it cause you love it Or for cash thats your decision Thats your decision Thats your decision Its like Im torn between two worlds A paintbrush and a microphone A canvas or a beat CD or LPAnything goes when my ink pen flows And God only knows where its gonna bring me next So Im inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed And I suppose if you chose the path that I choseYou know the cycle ass ho dont front It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression Like back and forth and forth and back Should I paint a picture or record a track A gift or a curse I dont know Im still undecided But over the years Ive found clever ways to hide it And those that lack the passion I have may despise it But my momma made me this way I thank her everyday So tell them kids to keep coloring outside the lines Until they lose they limitations and they minds is free Tell them teachers that you want your money back this time And tell Bob Ross for all the happy little trees And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing just fine Although hes running out of patience but his mind is free And tell my pops that Ill pay his money back sometime And that his son is two steps away from where he needs to be
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