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Dead Art Painting Lyrics
What goes up comes down, life is so precious
Ate a cloud for breakfast, we all separate and they desperate
Money bet cake, now it's return on that investment
Making friends is not a item you can see inside my checklist
Why take ‘em back when I’m going forward?
All for it in a shed drunk sawing coffins
And going through the totals, I done stacked a hundred fifty
And it’s fuckin’ with me cause I’m making more and it's fuckin’ pretty
They all are dead to me, alive inside this melody
Effort free, no cost, I’m sucka free, so off
Bitch this is my house, I should take my clothes off
‘Cause I feel like a little Dean on chill ice
Cue horns, the fuck out my way, let me sit down
Reassess, everything is positive so I can prolong
Preparation, dedication kept me syndicatin’
Rotation second natured, and I’m raising all the sleepy faces
Ain’t at a stand-still, gotta make mad moves
Love having fans, but what’s a fan if they rap too?
Talking to God, eyes closed with a spread heart
Challenged with a dead art, re-painting with a head start
Get ready for the rider, for the roller, my God
Bomb hard song-to-song, get it on, going strong
And my legs never tired, give me fifty-five batons
Keep lappin’, hit the finish, I’m flickin’ a Nikon
Taking pictures of these frauds, the game is super wrong
Bench, warmers want stripes keep it funky they wan' fight
Not worthy of a jersey on the sidelines, tight
Tyronn Lue types, it’s all good, on a flight
Just to go meet him, and he started speakin’
How he believed in me, how the world was gon’ be mine
And how I got him through it
And how he thought about me down, and he’s fucking with the sound
I can’t disgrace him in the ground so
Every bar hook, every photo with a star looks for him
Hold my head high so he can see my chin
And I try to play it back, and it hurts, I can’t pretend
His best advice was "roll solo ‘cause these niggas ain’t your friends"
Ate a cloud for breakfast, we all separate and they desperate
Money bet cake, now it's return on that investment
Making friends is not a item you can see inside my checklist
Why take ‘em back when I’m going forward?
All for it in a shed drunk sawing coffins
And going through the totals, I done stacked a hundred fifty
And it’s fuckin’ with me cause I’m making more and it's fuckin’ pretty
They all are dead to me, alive inside this melody
Effort free, no cost, I’m sucka free, so off
Bitch this is my house, I should take my clothes off
‘Cause I feel like a little Dean on chill ice
Cue horns, the fuck out my way, let me sit down
Reassess, everything is positive so I can prolong
Preparation, dedication kept me syndicatin’
Rotation second natured, and I’m raising all the sleepy faces
Ain’t at a stand-still, gotta make mad moves
Love having fans, but what’s a fan if they rap too?
Talking to God, eyes closed with a spread heart
Challenged with a dead art, re-painting with a head start
Get ready for the rider, for the roller, my God
Bomb hard song-to-song, get it on, going strong
And my legs never tired, give me fifty-five batons
Keep lappin’, hit the finish, I’m flickin’ a Nikon
Taking pictures of these frauds, the game is super wrong
Bench, warmers want stripes keep it funky they wan' fight
Not worthy of a jersey on the sidelines, tight
Tyronn Lue types, it’s all good, on a flight
Just to go meet him, and he started speakin’
How he believed in me, how the world was gon’ be mine
And how I got him through it
And how he thought about me down, and he’s fucking with the sound
I can’t disgrace him in the ground so
Every bar hook, every photo with a star looks for him
Hold my head high so he can see my chin
And I try to play it back, and it hurts, I can’t pretend
His best advice was "roll solo ‘cause these niggas ain’t your friends"
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Genius Annotation
The first single from the Minneapolis rapper’s Strange Rhythm.
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Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning
- 1.Dead Art Painting
- 2.We All In
- 3.Young
- 5.Guillotine
- 7.Ride
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