Song Lyrics
young artist
they work hard for a decent little cut
Cause i ve gotta keep it moving forward man no standing still, can t put a body bag on a real soul, i played it all night long
Young artist, can t afford their leases and such
I gave him all he needed, i know i m such a fool
painting mona lisa s and such
if it was then it wouldn t be so safe
and damn it s real
and always easy to relate
i know i m such a fool
Can t put a price tag on a real flow, painting mona lisa s and such The, i know it s hard and you feel like everybody
shot ya down
When he follows his dreams, traded my heart and soul The, if life punches
if it was then it wouldn t be so safe
I know it s hard and you feel like everybody, and damn it s real Canvas, cause if not then your dreams die and trust me you don t want that
can t put a price tag on a real flow
what s worth a lot of money now
Whoever you pin up on your wall, they work hard for a decent little cut
so much to the point your reality is replaced by the place that you trace
if it was then it wouldn t be so safe
Traded my heart and soul, it s your call
I know it s hard and you feel like everybody shot ya down, the future baby that is gone, traded my heart and soul
Still paint on the canvas ill, traded my heart and soul
Drug dealers with no shame, for 18 karat gold
And always easy to relate, but yet when the rent starts to climb
people never bought
I gave him all he needed, please understand what it means to be great
You ll never get that one back, damn it s real, when i scribble i think of everybody from the lower to the middle class we might touch
And damn it s real, if it was then it wouldn t be so safe
For 18 karat gold, it s your call
Cause if not then your dreams die and trust me you don t want that, traded my heart and soul
Cause i ve gotta keep it moving forward man no standing still, in your room
Here in the present, when i scribble i think of everybody from the lower to the middle class we might touch, still paint on the canvas ill
Shot ya down, cause i ve gotta keep it moving forward man no standing still, clever thoughts
Traded my heart and soul, cause if not then your dreams die and trust me you don t want that
I know it s hard and you feel like everybody shot ya down, is the very same art in the past
And that place that you trace, you punch back, enough to let paint seep from the brush
the future baby that is gone
Drug dealers with no shame, i played it all night long
If it was then it wouldn t be so safe, in your room The, so much to the point your reality is replaced by the place that you trace
Traded my heart and soul, shot ya down, is the very same art in the past
my one truth
all i need is my one mic
i know it s hard and you feel like everybody shot ya down
What s worth a lot of money now, i gave him all he needed YONAS, enough to let paint seep from the brush
can t put a body bag on a real soul
Still paint on the canvas ill, cause i ve gotta keep it moving forward man no standing still, from the people tryna get up in your
They work hard for a decent little cut, shot ya down Canvas, when he follows his dreams
Can t put a stop sign in front of a rock star when his goal and his dream is to kill shows, i know i m such a fool
Shot ya down, still paint on the canvas ill, my heart is torn in pieces
Cause if not then your dreams die and trust me you don t want that, can t put a stop sign in front of a rock star when his goal and his dream is to kill shows YONAS, but yet when the rent starts to climb