If we're artist
I have to have a way of constructing
That feeling
This is why, when people ask me
What's your definition of art?
You know what I tell them?
Structured feelings
We have the feeling about something
And we have to find a way of giving
That feeling of structure
That's where the plasticity comes in
The plastic is the act of making
So between sensibility and plasticity
We form and we make something
Out of who we are
Yo
The lonely ghost in me requests company
The wolf knows way better
The cost of that in tandem with taking measures
The heart identifies action
And enthusiasm
Genuine effort is all I got left
The discourse is something
Interest in our whole but other than that
My lack of contributions won't get you tight
My silence lifts facades
But everybody let terrestrial trifles touch on 'em
EO progresses and pretentious directions
Spirit stuff as you're talking to yourself
Tryna spark an argument
With me, G?
I'll be having geniuses stumped
They moms looking down on me
I don't know probably
People start off that way
When it comes to me for some brief
Self esteem reason I'm paying bills
Now I'm playing
Mine's too expensive
He be teeing with the mental matter management
A god breaking his budget fast
I saw you brand 'fore I met you after
I was good on building
Frozen obstacle
Getting match and mitch sick man
I'm good on ceilings
Your fickle decisions win babes, maybe
You should scrap with your feelings
God gossip types
They never go out right
Legit ain't shit when the west is wild as this is
Ventured out west just to be stationed
Still, lookin at me
Chill, nothing for certain
Yet, possibly
I'm exactly where I'm meant to be
A prompt
Through adversity
A frequently chased activity
Know what I mean?
Grip
Yeah, we can