DRY PAINT ft. REBBY Lyrics

Don't stop, yuh, don't stop

Heart don't stop

My art go boom, boo-boom, like

Falling down

Stack all paper all the way to the top then it's falling down

Falling down

I'm falling now

This isn't a song, this is a warning

It's been a couple years since I've stopped performing

I've allowed myself to undergo my own transforming

I'm morphing, in my heart, there's something forming

And I've been afraid of change since I started recording

My story isn't rags to riches off of rapping vicious

I'm not magic with this, I simply have a vision

To always pass the limits of whatever last was finished

That's why my best song will always be something I haven't written

There are no rules to life, you can't be bad at living

But I need to learn to snap the ribbon of my elastic image

As soon as that happens, it'll be legendary

But for now, I'm underground suffocating in this cemetery

Forever bearing feelings that people are never caring

I know I'm young, but the thought of not being remembered scares me

So I fill pages up with proof of my existence

I'll always paint pictures with the writtens

And when the paint dries

I'll be by your side

Watching the walls lose their shine

And at the same time

The tears we'll wipe

Will fall like paint

From our eyes

'Cuz the stars in the sky

Are meant to die

But that don't mean they don't shine

So stay bright through death and life

And never lose sight of your light

I don't like to lecture, I'd much rather embark

On a rhyming adventure and create attention where I'm in the center

This isn't pretending I'm a contender

Because in the art of fight-writing, I never liked to surrender

But what happens when your magic has you stunned

And you feel as worthless as the ashes you will soon become?

The innocence in images begins to run astray

And every color and shade of paint runs to grey

I say the same lame statements day to day

While placing blame for pain on days that don't go my way

But I'm being killed by the knives inside me

Praying for some rain to hide the fact that I'm crying

Lord knows I'm trying to forgo the lying

My poor soul is writing with doors closed denying

I force flows through poked holes on a normal page

Is this a stroke of genius or some hormonal rage?

Dry paint, dry paint, may you never chip

If you do, then I will die, cuz we're the same shit

Our image is insignificance to existence

If these walls fall, the earth will keep on spinning

If my heart stops, the fish will keep on swimming

I'm only as good as the amount of people who listen

And I could go the distance if people saw me as different

But nope, I'm just another rapper spitting

And right before I feel like I'm about to chip and fall

For some reason, I get another layer of paint on my walls

I know I pile up a boatload of my music

But no one knows that I alone am the reason I do this

So before I choke on my saliva

I hope that i'm alive to witness the smoke from my fire rise up

Who's to say I'll live to see another day before I

Write another coat of paint

Thanks

And when the paint dries

I'll be by your side

Watching the walls lose their shine

And at the same time

The tears we'll wipe

Will fall like paint

From our eyes

'Cuz the stars in the sky

Are meant to die

But that don't mean they don't shine

So stay bright through death and life

And never lose sight of your light

Lie la lie la lie la lie lie

Lie la la lie

Oh

I'll wipe your tears before the paint dries

Lie la lie la lie la lie lie

Lie la la lie

Oh, oh, oh

We all die

It'll be alright

Lie la lie la lie la lie lie

Lie la la lie

Oh

I'll wipe your tears before the paint dries

Lie la lie la lie la lie lie

Lie lie la lie

Oh

Woo