.Canvas by Peter $Un Lyrics
I think i need to get away
From these white walls
I turn my words into paint and turn the color of the room gray
I know you see
Ay look pay attention
I give you my all what you gon give me back (x2)
Do you know
What it feels like
(to feel like you are all alone)
Do you know
What it feels like
(To give your all to something thats not guaranteed)
Then i feel like you
You feel like me
The inner G
The inner being represented by the body just assisting
Pessimistic mostly
But it's always logic
Staying conscious
Feeding horses
Cramming knowledge
Tomatoes tomato
Tryna turn my words into paint
And change my tongue to a brush
Offending women and niggas sometimes and not giving fucks
Just to get my point across
Know sometimes im hard to understand
But being complex is a complex even i can't understand
Aye ma
Your boy then finally turned into the man huh
Always had the plan just executing was my problem huh
Still been after profit but i called this like a prophet
Pockets empty but my presence turn her on like a socket better watch her
I know i know how it gets i feel every bit (ay ay)
I know all the lows yeah i can feel the drip (ay ay)
Scared to speak about it let me represent
Where my reparations
Where my mule and where my picket fence nigga
I think i need to get away
From these white walls
I turn my words into paint and turn the color of the room gray
I know you see
Ay look pay attention
I give you my all what you gon give me back (x2)
From these white walls
I turn my words into paint and turn the color of the room gray
I know you see
Ay look pay attention
I give you my all what you gon give me back (x2)
Do you know
What it feels like
(to feel like you are all alone)
Do you know
What it feels like
(To give your all to something thats not guaranteed)
Then i feel like you
You feel like me
The inner G
The inner being represented by the body just assisting
Pessimistic mostly
But it's always logic
Staying conscious
Feeding horses
Cramming knowledge
Tomatoes tomato
Tryna turn my words into paint
And change my tongue to a brush
Offending women and niggas sometimes and not giving fucks
Just to get my point across
Know sometimes im hard to understand
But being complex is a complex even i can't understand
Aye ma
Your boy then finally turned into the man huh
Always had the plan just executing was my problem huh
Still been after profit but i called this like a prophet
Pockets empty but my presence turn her on like a socket better watch her
I know i know how it gets i feel every bit (ay ay)
I know all the lows yeah i can feel the drip (ay ay)
Scared to speak about it let me represent
Where my reparations
Where my mule and where my picket fence nigga
I think i need to get away
From these white walls
I turn my words into paint and turn the color of the room gray
I know you see
Ay look pay attention
I give you my all what you gon give me back (x2)