Creators Lyrics

Saw a hypnotist said maybe it'd help with the song writing

A sleep doc try to assist with the long nighting

A little soul searching to start with the wrong righting

A glare out the side of my eye from the strong lighting

Blank slate (blank slate), it's time to create

Got a canvas right in front of me I'm dying to paint

Ideas just dropping off of the top of the noggin

Tweaked my knee from some squats so that explains all the hobbling

Sorry, it appears I went off on a tangent

And in typical fashion I was babbling something random

Remember back in the day when we use to do shows (oh)

Dude that was only like four months ago (Ahh, oh)

Never really into worldly possessions

Only thing that I'm demanding is just learning a lesson

Burn the herbs and the sage tryna skirt from the stressin

Stayin curt when I'm assertive lucky turning a 7

See I make music for active people during inactive times

And just kinda talk about the weird shit that goes on in my head (weird shit)

Like

Next time you do something amazing, tell nobody

Hold it back for a month and then see how you feel about it

Nowadays I'm not asking for a third

I'd be happy if you just opened up your second eye, recognize

Use to serve drinks had the pitcher put the suds in

A meditating greenhead call me the ombudsman (ohhmmm)

That's probably flying over some heads

Some dudes collect cards my man Burnie collects sheds (Alan!)

I'm on the edge, dangling without finality

I don't think you really wanna know who pays your salary

One time for the deep thinkers, dreamers and the makers

whether grinding on the road or still at home we are creators

We are creators