COLOURS OF MY PALATE
๐ต 882 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:55 duration
๐ ID: 13797655
๐ Lyrics
When every word has struck a chord and my notes are spoken musically
Rich tapestries of thought patterns are woven beautifully
Painting masterpieces with a master stroke of genius
And I'm guiding the quill until it's gliding in my fingers
And my ink stream travels over your heads, it's high art
And 16 bars become Sistine Chapels
My pen will paint a thousand pictures, vivid and so deep
'Cause colors of my palette leave my palate when I speak
So when I'm penning songs every bar is revolutionary art
So with every sentence, I'm reinventing a Renaissance
And art critics, they thought I must be a fraud
Called me a con artist, had a brush with the law
Painted me as a forger, tried to frame me for it
Turned the galleries into gallows and tried to hang my portrait
Pictures that I've painted are portraits of calamity
I guess that's 'cause my frame of mind are border on insanity
Rich tapestries of thought patterns are woven beautifully
Painting masterpieces with a master stroke of genius
And I'm guiding the quill until it's gliding in my fingers
And my ink stream travels over your heads, it's high art
And 16 bars become Sistine Chapels
My pen will paint a thousand pictures, vivid and so deep
'Cause colors of my palette leave my palate when I speak
So when I'm penning songs every bar is revolutionary art
So with every sentence, I'm reinventing a Renaissance
And art critics, they thought I must be a fraud
Called me a con artist, had a brush with the law
Painted me as a forger, tried to frame me for it
Turned the galleries into gallows and tried to hang my portrait
Pictures that I've painted are portraits of calamity
I guess that's 'cause my frame of mind are border on insanity
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[02:52.05] When every word has struck a chord and my notes are spoken musically
[02:56.00] Rich tapestries of thought patterns are woven beautifully
[02:58.98] Painting masterpieces with a master stroke of genius
[03:01.96] And I'm guiding the quill until it's gliding in my fingers
[03:05.18] And my ink stream travels over your heads, it's high art
[03:08.34] And 16 bars become Sistine Chapels
[03:11.58] My pen will paint a thousand pictures, vivid and so deep
[03:14.72] 'Cause colors of my palette leave my palate when I speak
[03:17.95] So when I'm penning songs every bar is revolutionary art
[03:21.76] So with every sentence, I'm reinventing a Renaissance
[03:24.61] And art critics, they thought I must be a fraud
[03:27.65] Called me a con artist, had a brush with the law
[03:30.75] Painted me as a forger, tried to frame me for it
[03:33.73] Turned the galleries into gallows and tried to hang my portrait
[03:37.58] Pictures that I've painted are portraits of calamity
[03:40.44] I guess that's 'cause my frame of mind are border on insanity
[03:44.09]
[02:56.00] Rich tapestries of thought patterns are woven beautifully
[02:58.98] Painting masterpieces with a master stroke of genius
[03:01.96] And I'm guiding the quill until it's gliding in my fingers
[03:05.18] And my ink stream travels over your heads, it's high art
[03:08.34] And 16 bars become Sistine Chapels
[03:11.58] My pen will paint a thousand pictures, vivid and so deep
[03:14.72] 'Cause colors of my palette leave my palate when I speak
[03:17.95] So when I'm penning songs every bar is revolutionary art
[03:21.76] So with every sentence, I'm reinventing a Renaissance
[03:24.61] And art critics, they thought I must be a fraud
[03:27.65] Called me a con artist, had a brush with the law
[03:30.75] Painted me as a forger, tried to frame me for it
[03:33.73] Turned the galleries into gallows and tried to hang my portrait
[03:37.58] Pictures that I've painted are portraits of calamity
[03:40.44] I guess that's 'cause my frame of mind are border on insanity
[03:44.09]