Mr. Picasso Lyrics

I think he's got something to say

While seeing a picture to paint

Yeah

Im just in a spiral

Where my own thoughts get turned to lies oh

The background is where i start

When i put my faith in this art

I dove hoping for peace in life

But i get the bird when i need to cry

Saw a girl before a mirror i know she'd let me die

But I look for the kiss that'll pull me from my hardships

Im a more ghostly figure than the old guitarist

Im not known as the artist i feel that i should be

Was a student of the game but now i'm ready to teach

In fact this whole thing could serve as my dissertation

Album of the year is flying off the pages

Actually maybe these paintings

Should be used as charity and science conservation

That make way into the conversation

Without realizing that the object your talking bout's the opposite of the problem ain't it

Im just a guy with a pipe on an armchair

child with a dove bitch i was called weird

My mind thinks its on the beach but thats the tragedy

Theres some underlying scars i am still battling

I could now then lead a horse

To war in Spain I be running with a bull's head

Due to my heritage in Catalan its more than

Being frank yo i actually am reforming

But not preforming

Except for when i paint a dark picture of a war head

And how the war tore men

So i've got this guitar case to block the torment

And a clarinet set for my lady who is sick

RIP Eva

Got more flave than flava

Im scratching off these tapes on some grandmasta flash shit

You seeing this beauty its bout to win a pageant

If i add that as the cover for the album then im passionate

For real I'm back again

to drive home I never take work off

In my mind I'm Picasso with his shirt off

on the grind but not filming a documentary

Qiuet at this time cause im penning sheets

Picture me in the machine I like painting

They want my status to be with the quo is how i'm framing

The narrative though its imperative I am biased

In the thick of it thats why I use acrylics

Studied realism thats why I say im the realist

Don't like to drop problems on people but wanna spill it

But until then with my brain I'm on the hunt

So I'm sizing my story up to touch everyone

With this pen

Picasso got his skin in the game on some vitiligo

Shit You thought was truly impossible

Poetry's a problem when its probable

I control the stencil with this hand i can get a bit revengeful

Drawing from the mountains of Spain it is suspenseful

Tryna reach another oct stopped using my own tentacles

Problems still in my head though

With

Thoughts clogging the brain of European imperialists

Writing my experiences don't listen to theorists

They never have a picture in their head they can use

So thats why I'm spitting on some raw tunes

Modern with the hues

When i paint this cold world word to jay its still blue

Speak some English

We becoming generationally alienated

Can i truly open your eyes with thy paintings

Even God's changing

I'm a problem when I talk about flawed administrations

And how we need to stop the anguish

My mind's been faded ever since I came in the game and shit

Just wait till I will be acclaimed with the status saying that we made it

I'll throw dirt at Henry Dawes

Mr. Picasso is angry but whats the cause

Castra it be funny you keep on educating

When you left your own daughter and fled right to Chile

Shit

I don't wanna bury this family inside a tomb

But I gotta know whats good

Fuck my obsession with younger women I'm Drake mane

Due to me losing my sister they never blamed me

As a kid it killed me to have mental disabilities

Then turning that pain to work my lyrical ability

Civility got thrown out the window a long time ago

I paint a lot though of what I know

Signed Picasso

(Picasso speech)