Lyrics Acrylic - Rinz

Miss me with the shit, I've got a knack for closing
I'm sick of posing
Got just the nose in
Need head to toes in
Really though I was slipping put myself at number two
Then he so ready, go
Right back up and getting help from something new

And I get fucked up a little bit
Your fingers in my hair
Never leaving that body
Got your breath up in my air
I'm in the codes bruh, living it
You see it if I'm there
Heaven leaves when I stop it
And it's death within my glare
Fuck it

Up on the brush
Up on the paint
Do what I must
Lose what I hate
Up on the brush
Up on the paint
Do what I must
Lose what I hate

Never mind what I said
I'm a red head lover
I don't really wanna tread
I'd rather be dead
I'm a painter like J up in the booth
Ice cold with a motherfucking brush
I wanna be that
I came with a plate
Fiending a bit for the cake
Lovingly give me a piece and I'm straight
I wanna eat the whole thing and be late
To my own date
I'm the Rezz bumping Getter loving player in the mix
I get your head buzzing, breath jumping
Hitting you like a brick
And if you looking for the mask
Please don't even ask
I'm vetting what's been tasked to me
So bring me no catastrophe
I'm looking through a red dot scope
And I really wanna see a world that never would present a reason to create a hole
Leave me in a place where ammunition is acrylic and I load up on a canvas if I get a little low
Anger been stemming my flow
Breathing, I'm sending it home
Losing my grip on my feels, it's a no
Coming too simple, I keep that below

Way below
Above that, get my feeling back
Tempt you with a fearful act
Extreme in fact
Ask me, I'm like "do it"
Catch me running through it
Slick, you think I'm fluid
Revelation, I'm a druid
Spirits bleed, I'm running to it
I run this here
Third one this year, wanna do a 3-peat
Shift one or two gears
Get my throat pipe clear
'Cause when it comes near
Ain't nobody like me
I'm looking through the bullshit
Fake
You living out the L's you take
I wanna come through with a brace
Just showing you fools how to move that weight
And live in this state
Rinz, and my two cents
Buck when I do this
Dammit I'm a nuisance
Tip top shape in pursuance
While you slip a few discs
Can't play
Curbing all the shit
It really weakens my anatomy
And maybe I'm too much
But I can't live in your reality
It's wreaking of finality
And stinking like a cavity
For real, I can't deal

I'm fucked up a little bit
Your fingers in my hair
Never leaving that body
Got your breath up in my air
I'm in the codes bruh, living it
You see it if I'm there
Heaven leaves when I stop it
And it's death within my glare
And I get fucked up a little bit
Your fingers in my hair
Never leaving that body
Got your breath up in my air
I'm in the codes bruh, living it
You see it if I'm there
Heaven leaves when I stop it
And it's death within my glare
Fuck it