Search results for 'sense of craft'

to the void where I make some sense
Blazin' the craft with no match in the prints (Woo!)
Sad with a fashion that's light in the ink
Dissolve inside it I swirl

in
Belina, miye
Heine
Genre lemme in
Let me In
In
Let me in
Took me about one or two years to make sense of the craft behind all of these close doors

& i make some sense together

Arts & crafts & money don't make sense anymore
You & i make more 'cents', than all of the bank accounts in America
Holy

many rhymes are said
Lock up on the microphone, touch your soul with sense
Once again the craft is never ending
Love, build, grow, destroy resurrect
Hate

speak on it, unless you witnessed it
All over the bass like Terry Penndleton
No explicit content cuz I don't see the sense in it
Treat the craft with

the clear, feels amazing uh, it feels amazing
I been going out of my mind, in my feelings
tryna touch stars that's high like a ceiling
focus is my craft, makes

ceiling
Masterin a craft make sense to do the math
Time to make a whole million so whole fam chillin

See no-one understands you like I do
cnd no one else

for snakes so my senses are heightened
Work hard on my craft it's myself I'm applying
No anime but I know imma Titan
Sweet one looking enticing
Ooh she

on your true craft, learn your sense of purpose 
Your figure is beautiful, don't need they reassurance 
They love to see you objectify your ass-set 
Rather

was his craft
Adore the sense for it's denial
Vision is clear I know at last
Now every man that I see is holding my bouquet and he's coming for me
I'm

style like we
Real goon we a get dem gyal ease
Quick n easy dem drawers ah fly way
Tru di banga fulla craft that craft man could never find
Mih still ah

My Body Is Like a Metaphor

Yesterdays Rising

Lightworker

Do you want to ride?
Do you want to feel?
Do you want to perfect your craft?

My body is like a metaphor.
It's holding me back, I'm looking for more.

made no sense

I'm just chillin, I'm chillin, I'm chillin
I been sippin, been feelin, like winnin
I been workin on my craft, all night and day
Ain't no

I been bangin' out hit after hit so it's safe to say we up to bat now
See how I'm paintin' out pic after pic, it's amazing how we got the craft down

Yeah
I got no shame in coming last
I keep running from my past
I keep saving songs in my rough draft
High up in my space craft

She done magic on me

Amazing what the craft can do to tilt reality in favor
Or perhaps it grants insanity a different flavor
Peering at the snow-kissed mountains
I remember

a contract
When they get out but they never will

I made sure that they would
Have to follow my path
I made sure that I could
Keep perfectin' my craft
I made

(Ay, Tjay, you made this?)
(Tores, why you snub like that?)
I keep my grind going, yeah, I'm never stoppin'
I work hard on my craft, every few months

Niggas don't know about my craft 
Money stacked tall like giraffe 
Dripping like water no raft 
All of these bitches they mad 
All you niggas relax

Niggas don't know 'bout my craft
Money stacked tall like giraffe 
Dripping like water no raft
All of these bitches, they mad
All of you niggas relax

Niggas don't know about my craft 
Money stacked tall like giraffe 
Dripping like water no raft 
All of these bitches they mad 
All you niggas relax

Music for you soul
Music for your soul
Free your body
and your mind
People are so weird
look a man in his eyes
you can sense what his soul fear
Just

the smiles
I'm dumb enough to offer my belief when the truth is never said
My craft's chock-full of functionality
So many tried exploiting, caught 'em drooling

call it existentialism
I just call it common sense and wisdom
I do this, working on my craft, every day I show improvements
Making monumental music that