Spread My Love Concrete Art by GoldAN Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Now we could quit with all the bullshit
But they've got me locked in like controller kids
Next move is on you
And I can't promise much, but I can see what I can do
I think we'd be better off
Hair so long, skin so soft
It's like a shot to the heart
Spread my love, concrete art
Let it fill all the cracks
Stain the ground with a webbed-out map
Now we could go where we dreamed of
Followed through the eyes of a willing machine gun
[Talking]
I guess I don't really know what to say
I feel like I could never really explain this to anyone else
Because no matter how hard I try, no matter how many times I run through the details
The picture in my head will always stay there
And no one else could ever see what I see or feel what I feel
[Verse 2]
Hands up if you think you got me for a second
Now put them down, cuz I don't even get the message
Around here we could all use acceptance
Cuz God don't spend all time talking to a reverend
The thought is so convalescent
And shot callers still get that private session
Don't judge by the cover
Cuz books without faces are like twin brothers
I'm just a book on the shelf
With pictures for descriptions I define myself, with no help
And that's exactly how I want it
No studio work or outward funding
But I'll collect in a year, when I'm getting weird looks from a cousins cashier
[Talking]
So it's about four different people
At this point who they are is irrelevant
I'm not even sure if any of them are based off of myself
But everything between these people is connected
Regardless of their background
Only two really share anything close enough to be called a relationship
The others never really meet
I don't know if they ever will
Now we could quit with all the bullshit
But they've got me locked in like controller kids
Next move is on you
And I can't promise much, but I can see what I can do
I think we'd be better off
Hair so long, skin so soft
It's like a shot to the heart
Spread my love, concrete art
Let it fill all the cracks
Stain the ground with a webbed-out map
Now we could go where we dreamed of
Followed through the eyes of a willing machine gun
[Talking]
I guess I don't really know what to say
I feel like I could never really explain this to anyone else
Because no matter how hard I try, no matter how many times I run through the details
The picture in my head will always stay there
And no one else could ever see what I see or feel what I feel
[Verse 2]
Hands up if you think you got me for a second
Now put them down, cuz I don't even get the message
Around here we could all use acceptance
Cuz God don't spend all time talking to a reverend
The thought is so convalescent
And shot callers still get that private session
Don't judge by the cover
Cuz books without faces are like twin brothers
I'm just a book on the shelf
With pictures for descriptions I define myself, with no help
And that's exactly how I want it
No studio work or outward funding
But I'll collect in a year, when I'm getting weird looks from a cousins cashier
[Talking]
So it's about four different people
At this point who they are is irrelevant
I'm not even sure if any of them are based off of myself
But everything between these people is connected
Regardless of their background
Only two really share anything close enough to be called a relationship
The others never really meet
I don't know if they ever will