You count, and you can try But I refuse to be monetized I am coloring with pastel hues Do they evoke something good in you 'Cause art is not a game But I played so I forgot What I really wanted to paint Five six seven eight I swear I'm on my way Though you would not love me today Without the numbers telling you Wish I could self motivate No I don't mean self medicate Though you would not appreciate me Without the numbers telling you Infinite Every second relevant Everything I was meant to be Hours get devoured We caught up inside the mystery of Another silent night Another silent fight Please do not disturb Been gone for a minute They offended None of my concern Reaching for my zenith Cross the finish Everything I've earned I been bout, bout it Had some doubts Anxiety I shown I been busy counting Streams amounting Please get off my phone I my own, hubris 'Cause art is not a game But I found myself played Is it what I wanted to paint My dreams are all a bit shy But don't you know they come with a price 'Cause they're the ones holding the brush But are these colors ever enough Five six seven eight I swear I'm on my way Though you would not love me today Without the numbers telling you Wish I could self motivate No I don't mean self medicate Though you would not appreciate me Without the numbers telling you Every second, relevant Every minute, history Everything I was meant to be