Roots

Can you hear my thoughts?
Can you hear my thoughts?
Can you hear my thoughts?

Can you hear my thoughts?
Can you paint this blank canvas?
Can you bring intellect to why my dreams feel so anxious?
Can you hear my thoughts?
Can you paint this blank canvas?

Intercede, I lack ability to perceive
I can't concentrate or conceive coherently
None of this is for me
I write for your resplendency

Despicable and undeserving, yet I'm flowing in a way unnerving
Though I lack spontaneous creativity, my proclivity
Won't concern negativity
Progressing for progressivity

Can you hear my thoughts?
Can you paint this blank canvas?
Can you bring intellect to why my dreams feel so anxious?

I believe in music with honesty
Music with meaning; speak with transparency
You should move cautiously, complaining constantly
Claiming to be without falsity
Thinking you're flawlessly, perfect and out of reach
Here is a novelty, some might say comedy, Exorcise modesty
Who am I? Maybe a wanna-be
Quality over the quantity
Head out the clouds, son you no prodigy
Just like the rest, chronologically fall into category atrocity, yeah

I'm fueled by an enraged inspiration
But I lack any form of imagination
This isn't my gift, I can't write that swift
I lack creativity, insensitivity

Productively producing anything perceivable
Publishing my thoughts if they seem capable
My mind is blank an ink drought entirely inescapable
I meant to steal the moment; tell me, are you naive?
Can't you see I'm a thief?
You cannot perceive, cannot conceive, ignorance will never deceive
Or hold me back from what I wish to achieve, yeah

Can you hear my thoughts?
Can you paint this blank canvas?
Can you bring intellect to why my dreams feel so anxious?



Credits
Writer(s): Fraser T. Smith, Rory Graham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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