Lyrics PAINT A PICTURE - Trevor Spitta

Some shit I don't understand
How the fuck I lend a hand and I end up breaking a hand?
How the fuck you got a plan, end up giving up on your plan?
I cannot chase after bands, that don't come with bands for my friends
That's not how my business ran, nah never again
'Cause my mind can really get fucked up
I paint a picture that never would work and I hang it the fuck up
Shit look all nice from the outside but really
I jump off the stage just to feel sumn
All that I ask out of life have me some
Cooked food and find me some real love
Downfall being real one, yeah

Maybe I don't need to understand
Too true to myself, can't ever play pretend
One fifty just for the belt, my pants never sagging again
Leather motherland, seats color strawberry jam
They try force my hand, I'll use my other hand
Think I'm 'gon miss on my chance?
Man, think again
Nah, fashion killer like I'm Cam
Nah, fashion killer Trevor Spit who I am
Who round me spinning when this shit hit the fan?
She'd be my girl but I got ick, she a stan
Los Angeles, my hands on tits, feet in sand
Was just a kid, I took my dream and I ran
All this time flew by and still here I am
Man, shit damn
Everybody wanna take a piece of me
I just want someone share peace with me
Soon as we get to the edge girl are you 'gon leave?
Or are you 'gon leap with me?
I've watched way too many people try to sneak
Take the bridge, go meeting me
One day my mind 'gon leave me be, but

Some shit I don't understand
How the fuck I lend a hand and I end up breaking a hand?
How the fuck you got a plan, end up giving up on your plan?
I cannot chase after bands, that don't come with bands for my friends
That's not how my business ran, nah never again
'Cause my mind can really get fucked up
I paint a picture that never would work and I hang it the fuck up
Shit look all nice from the outside but really
I jump off the stage just to feel sumn
All that I ask out of life have me some
Cooked food and find me some real love
Downfall being real one, yeah