Grouch Paint The Perfect Picture
No one can see me, or really feel me Yall can just hear me and try and be like me But what you think is way off my center Life makes me mad and I feel like a splinter I bounce Try and find an ounce of the answers Never get that though I just want my chance to be satisfied What's it gonna take? Fools think I'm ungrateful cause everything looks great Perfection, that's what I strive for I won't settle for less I jump then I dive for the next best thing I think its the conquest Usually conquer that feeling un impressed I never rest I'm zoned in on my own flaws known as raw But I hate most all I've ever done Still I'm feelin like I'm the one I get the underground thing and people are having fun I'm part of that, that's where my heart is at Beating, reaching you when I'm constantly seeking new angles Man I take out the tangles and redirect just where the pain goes I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture Paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture Paint the perfect picture You take the high road, I'll blaze the trail Paint with my fingers and hammer with no nails I want symmetry, and logical equations Many precious memories from flawless days in time I'm nearly 27 in my prime Making good decisions and giving what's mine To be living today That's some freaky ass shit I wouldn't trade it for nothing though Truly its a gift as I sift through my worries I find that I'm lucky Grateful God stuck me with some talent I balance that together with what I've learned my way Hoping it will take me where I need to go I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture Paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture Paint the perfect picture Let me know the combo Hit me with the combo It takes to please all and still feel tall Everybody's talking about everybody's rappin And everybody's actin like they're so fresh I wanna be that man You cant say shit too except dan You're where I wanna get to and If you can, help me out a little Id love to man Get his hand up out the middle of these thoughts of pure poetry Simple abstractions, make what's hard easy Infractions, reactions to this They are positive and so I move on cuz I know I got a lot to live for And that I cant stand for nothing Forever speakin truth over somethin that's bumpin I said I cant stand for nothin I wanna bring the underdog into the function I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture Paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture I wanna paint the perfect picture Paint the perfect picture I have dreams of painting pictures so vivid They make haters go livid So major these pictures they reach Under the dirt to the roof they speak Hope, to abide but died True colors never lied they cried Real stories have now turned legend For every person I painted to the heavens Reach down and recognize this freak sound I got the power to make life grow The natural formula of letters show my bright soul I'm innocent, artistic and rightfully here
