Lyrics:
ask why, he just paints a sky
The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log
And he doesn't know who he is, standing, staring, at this log
ask why, he just paints a sky
The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log
And he doesn't know who he is, standing, staring, at this log
ask why, he just paints a sky
The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log
And he doesn't know who he is, standing, staring, at this log
ask why, he just paints a sky
The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log
And he doesn't know who he is, standing, staring, at this log
from the boulevard
The waves keep crashing down here
But the low tide takes them far
Impressionists drawing
Storms of Overlord
And by the church
on your tide
I used to have it memorized — the sound of you entering a room
Bucks County prom king loves talk radio
And an impressionist marriage all laid
don't you
And me
Go
See what we see
Why don't you
And me
You me on my knees
I can see a pessimist
An impressionist
Why does it make sense
If we're not
spilling out on to my mother's lap
And here I stand: an impressionist's idea of a sketch - I am a man - at least
At one point in time I presume I resembled
don't question it
Do you know what depression is
Three niggas and the nothing like me
But they wanna be me
They impressionist
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
You make it
Impressionist
I'm a fighter, I'm different
Shut away for months from myself and my crew
Lost all hope inside, always feel that I fail
You can't hear the thoughts
mind of a pessimist
I just do what it do I'm no impressionist
But I'm a specialist
Specializing these rhymes all times
Rock mics with a etiquette
Make me
my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes
And show them what I'm made of
I buckle
it
Chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic chords like double helixes to show them
start blessing it
And chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes
Chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes
And show them what I'm made
kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes
And show them what I'm made
stench of an estrogen level
A separatist like a Chechnian rebel
Impressionist with a pencil
A pessimist, with his lips pressed against the edge of this
never short change ya
but if you run out of breath it means danger
now I seen alotta kick step impressionist
but I'm not impressed so I guess that it
"Who are you?"
Sending out projections with prejudice
My attention to detail is in scale with classic impressionists
So the lesson is your
of it
- Robert Glasper and Faith
Evans on the track, yeah yeah
- I am the impressionist, Common Sense
Common - Embrace the rhyme
- Set my mind a thousand
that's ran, the more heavy the pressure gets
I school 'em, these bars is prerequisites, uh (uh-huh)
I paint a natural picture, I'm an impressionist, uh
of impressionist kids
When they land on the grass tonight
There'll be cartoons of flaming heads
There'll be colourful flags to fly
You're my starlight
poetical competitive edge
Is just a reflection of how we feel shit
This history's impressionist microphone specialist
Catchin' bids for puttin' MCs parts in
past the hype and the business
So I paint the track like a canvas in post-impressionist style
Time keeps gettin postponed like Emmy Awards
My moms
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