Fine Art

[Verse 1]
A part of me is stuck
Recently I've come to note, ya ya, that part of me is stuck
And I'm partially at fault
I never had a problem with you, ya
Artfully mastering brush but I also stood at the cusp
And I thought that I could work on me
And ya, also master love
You thought that that's enough but I started to pass it up
And you were always dedicated
When it came to work you work up early
Never hesitated to get the day in first
And I always started off faded
But I concentrate like my lover
Make use of primaries to make every fucking color
And we can handle it
Paint a perfect picture but who's to manage it
We craft our love through art but it's the art that we love mastering
We use to take the train to each other's house
You use to kiss me all day while my mother's out
And it's a young type of love with no direction
A bold complexion
I was in love, you showed affection..

[Chorus]
You got a familiar face..
I met you over & over again..
I felt you in a similar place..
We keep writing the same story in pen..
I wanna get to know ya...
I seen you hanging on the wall before
Room full of art and you're my favorite thing up on the floor..

[Verse 2]
A part of me is stuck
Recently I've come to note, ya ya, that part of me is Us
And I'm partially at fault
I get distracted by big lights
Ya ya ya, yo this stage got these big brights...
You so involved up in ya studies
I started booking shows in Europe
From here to fall with all my buddies
And I really wish you could be more involved
It's not just money
It's the time dedicated to your career
You're just as hungry and I get it..
Sometimes my focus shifts to my grind and I let it..
How long till we let time not shine, yo, regret it..
Ya still my favorite piece of art to start..
And if you thinking that will change, yo forget it
Its the type of love we all want..
But whats it worth if we can't evolve when we involve love..
And I'd like to get this song done..
But I'm not done writing all the bars that you involved in..

[Chorus]
You got a familiar face..
I met you over & over again..
I felt you in a similar place..
We keep writing the same story in pen..
I wanna get to know ya...
I seen you hanging on the wall before
Room full of art and you're my favorite thing up on the floor..