The End

[Verse 1: Taelor Gray]
They say I should feel fortunate
But man I don't feel fortunate
It's not a real smile if you're forcing it
Face made of porcelain, life disproportionate
I'm not your typical artist
Rapping part time while I'm tip-toeing the margin
This is dire [?]
We're getting white garments and vanish like Carmen
San Diego, poking out Horus
Sans Diego, more like Dora
Exploring, the latter from the former
Wanna see the end; need more than the Torah
So what keeps you awake?
Think the end is looking like Super 8
You better wake up, smell the espresso
The Son of God's coming and the Heavens' got an echo

[Verse 2: Christon Gray]
By no stretch of the imagination am I half man half amazing
Could have been all of that and more, had I chased it
So glad I waited but why, navigating the sky
Tryna find home I feel homeless
They are so above the radar
While I'm somewhere way far below it
Just coasting
Man I be wishing that I had what they had
To complete the vision
But maybe it's the vision that completes me
Only time can tell
I'm doubting that notion, cause time don't speak
So I'm laying in the corner praying my eyes don't leak
For real
And from Pharell to the Dilla
Had me producing from my soul
Looper cyclone moving me
Through what Moses collected
I'm just hoping for that Golden Globe of acceptance
Maybe they'll feel me, my motive is reckless
But I reckon that the moment that's present never compares to the goal
And that globe that glitters ain't always gold
Rather new wine, poured into the old wine skin
Why then is my soul downtrodden
High school dreams of being on Soundbombing
And the maybes that followed
But answered by the call God gave me to follow
The scroll God gave me to swallow
Maybe it'll never be big business to you
But as long as it's my Father's it's bigger than you
Maybe I'll give it a few more tries then say my final adieu
Or maybe this is bigger than music
Maybe I'm crazy for thinking that the time gon come
When the world's record breaks, and mine don't budge
Singing good morning forever, shine on sun
Maybe the race ain't over so I'm gon run
Yeah, Imma run like Reverend
But what if they ain't know of my beckoning
Well so be it I'm vehemently pressing in
Till the end
Body Art