Blank_Canvas.jpg Lyrics

Everyone is a blank canvas, and the brush

Why you searching for yourself, you always in a rush

Looking for a finished work of art, trying to find yourself

Slow it down, grab the easel and define yourself

A blank painting is an opportunity

Why you scared of anybody getting through to me

Mix your colors up, have some fun and stop the pretending

Cause you won't find a person that you never invented

I just made a milli in my mindset

And I'm not even on my grind yet

Anything I know is on the way

What I haven't got is just because it ain't aligned yet

And everything will disappear

Everything will be forgotten, just a matter of years

Does that make it meaningless because it doesn't last?

Or is it extra precious when you know it's gonna pass, fast

The other day I bought a white board, and I drew it out

Everything I've ever done and what I'm all about

All the people and the places, all my history

Paint a little picture and I'm thinking, is it me?

Running out of space, but there's so much more to write

When the dry eraser swiping through, I don't put up a fight

The hands of time never stop swinging

And I'm out here throwing back until I hear the bell ringing

Everyone is a blank canvas, and the brush

Why you searching for yourself, you always in a rush

Looking for a finished work of art, trying to find yourself

Slow it down, grab the easel and define yourself

A blank painting is an opportunity

Why you scared of anybody getting through to me

Mix your colors up, have some fun and stop the pretending

Cause you won't find a person that you never invented

I've got a house, gold on my wrist

I've got a car and it doesn't exist

I bust down the chain and I got money in my fist

What does it mean? nothing to me

Wanted to find somebody to be

I never feel like I'm out of my mind

Cause I know reality crazy and I gotta shine,

I gotta go, run to the sun as it sets and I stay in my flow

I stay up so hard that you might never see me low

What does it mean? nothing to me

Wanted to find somebody to be

Hoping that I find it long before it's time to leave

Everyone is a blank canvas, and the brush

Why you searching for yourself, you always in a rush

Looking for a finished work of art, trying to find yourself

Slow it down, grab the easel and define yourself

A blank painting is an opportunity

Why you scared of anybody getting through to me

Mix your colors up, have some fun and stop the pretending

Cause you won't find a person that you never invented