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All this time he lose, tryna solve this rubix cube

Makes him think he's ill prepared to take his passions to the moon

Still his hands they move, dividing the yellows and blues

But every move he makes just seems to fuck up and scramble the hues

From day to moon, if it sedates him, it's what he consume

Colors change from days to weeks until he claimed too weak to move

I'll see him soon, but my mirrors growing foggy to truth

Ask him if that face is me, but he's too high to break the news

My mind was blue, while my finger's felt the walls of the cube

I felt that box constrict me of my every sense of point of view

Drunk and confused as late but this isn't breaking news

Hanging to what's interesting; my passions dangle from their noose

Don't be a nuisance, no one likes someone that kills the mood

What if I ain't got no fuel?

Fuck up, ****, hit the stu

Pop a pill, smoke a spliff, take a shot, then make some tunes

Your health was never my issue, your worth is where I choose

How am I to paint my peace if all my colors fade to blank?

Feel it fleeing from my canvas, green was trees, but now it's banks

All my joy done turned to greed, I gripped my brush and glory sank

Painting used to be so easy, now I color when i can

How am I to paint my peace if all my colors fade to blank?

Feel it fleeing from my canvas, green was trees, but now it's banks

All my joy done turned to greed, I gripped my brush and glory sank

Painting used to be so easy, now I color when i can

How am I to paint my peace if all my colors fade to blank?

Feel it fleeing from my canvas, green was trees, but now it's banks

All my joy done turned to greed, I gripped my brush and glory sank

Painting used to be so easy, now I color when i can