No one can see me, or really feel me
Ya'll 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 going to take?
Fools think I'm ungrateful because 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 it's the conquest
Usually conquer that feeling unimpressed
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 feeling 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 want to paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
Paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
I want to 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 want to paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
Paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
I want to 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 rapping
And everybody's acting like they're so fresh
I want to be that man
You can't say shit too, except Dan
You're where I want to get to
And if you can, help me out a little
I'd 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 because I know I got a lot to live for
And that I can't stand for nothing
Forever speaking truth over something that's bumping
I said I can't stand for nothing
I want to bring the underdog into the function
I want to paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
Paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
I want to paint the perfect picture
I want to 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


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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