Unfinished Canvas

Strollin, my motives unknown to me
Blurry visions, stomach turn in circles while my nosey bleed
Curtain closed, dancing for the wealth
Just a bastard with a belt
Fans spin in circles, almost clipped it 'fore I fell

Hands that brushed your unfinished canvas
Start a riot so there's something to do we'll be back in a few
No clue where we goin, but we gone be a nuisance
We aint fuckin with you, we aint

When I duck it's the pavement
When I goose it's the view
Dashin blocks to the basement, rather duck than keep chasin
Sittin gawked and sedated
So I'm stuck in here thinkin, look ma
I'm the smartest of the nitwits
Where the glasses always glistenin
But the chalice end up poisonous
And toity loity I'm the boy whose born in this
Laughin with a bastard with a death of hand come take a grip
Imma hold this shit for too long, better slit my wrist
Esstess, fish boy



Credits
Writer(s): Caden Hancock
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