Illustrations Lyrics

Fresh ink for the left leg

Still aint half as permanent as most the shit that gets said

Sixth man of the year the way I'm checked in

Finally with my brothers it's feeling more like we best friends

And that's real shit

Like fuck if I got married I got prospects for best man

And I don't mind gettin tested

Cause I been hitting books harder than when I was a freshman

No plans for marriage thank God I'm out of school

Got an alcoholic parent and a twisted view of truth

I hate gettin settled always feel I got to move

But I'm tryna get leveled like a bubble in a tube

(Yeah)

And I'm trying to get away

From some shit that's chasin me like a blue shell

Life is sweet like some nutell a

I've been changin can't you tell

Don't matter cause I can

And I like what I see

I guess it's about the chase

It's the illustrations that really do it for me

Thank God for the page

Fuck a moment without a process

I'm open to it but cautious

Fuck hope if it's not grounded

Faith if it's in nothing

And growth if it's not progress

Fuck me if I'm not thinkin

You if you don't care

And me if I start drinking

Fuck my mind being cynical

My time being wasted

And my eyes being critical

Fuck my dreams being bad

My sleep when it's restless

And my genes like my dads

Fuck all these decisions that I got to make

Time's runnin low even though I got a lot of days

None of my rings earned but all of them add a touch

My looks gon fade I'm bound to get out of touch

Midwest raised but I don't go chasing Bucks

I throw fits not a fuss

Had a talk with a homie last night about life

Where we came from and how we exchanged vice

For convos

But all the

Old shit we been through up in the compost

Beefin up the soil for the rebirth

Come to find some seasonal teachings in the unreasonable features

And come to find some life in the rain fall

And a new type of comfort in the same songs

I can see the light peekin through the grey in the clouds

Am I really even doin what I say I'm about

I keep company that make it worth staying around

Airdrop the files just to play em aloud

On the beat to shit phone that usually close to bein dead

Fuck the tunnel vision green grass what I see ahead

Homies all supportive feelin more love than hate

Aint nobody sleepin on me we don't even need a bed

Used to want to do a lot

Now I'm tryna keep it less

Page corners creasin

And hoop shoes got decent rips

Baggie int he drawer still

Now I tend to keep it zipped

Learned to love the mornings

But shit I still love sleepin in