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j.lee lastpick - bedroom artist lyrics

yea
dang
yea
lately i been smokin’, i ain’t really reach my goals
i been watching potnas transition into foes
i been paranoid, i ain’t trustin’ on these
cause they’ll sell ya lo’ for some shoes and some clothes
stuff been ludacris, nah i’m finally droppin’ dem bows
they ain’t know im sewer rich, cause i’m broke but i’m full of soul
in my closet ain’t got much, but some bought and some borrowed clothes
i told god that if i get it, i promise to bust the loaf
i swear i left that crack alone, but i’m whippin’ still on the stove
i got that arm and got that hammer, you want it come get a dose
know i’m movin’ on the go, so i pitch and get out the door
but be careful when you do it, i promise i make it potent
it’s mr dot us open, i’m rackin’ with no endors+m+nt
i’m packin’ packages back to back, movin’ so fast i’m floatin
so humble so they don’t notice, i rumble, ramble opponents
i know the opp in a realm you cannot see on yo own
it’s amazin’ how i done grown, never truly been on my own
i been jocin’ most of my 20’s, my life is a book alone
i ain’t trippin, i carry on, ain’t no pity+party was thrown
look i swear i always draw all my greatest paintings alone
i’m a bedroom artist
yea, watch i lay it down ima make it breathe
this ain’t what you want, this what you need
i’m a bedroom artist, uhh
i can take a 2 and turn it to a 3, boy this what i do, this what i bleed
i’m a bedroom artist, yea
i been high and low, and i been in+between, i been full of gas and outta steam
i’m a bedroom artist, look
yea i swear its bigger than what you believe, let me lay it down so you can see it make em all believe
yea, they don’t see how you see it
they tell you “keep doin’ ya thing”, but they never think you’ll achieve it
i know some people right now think my rappin’ is for a season
forever he’ll be a wanna+be rapper who only dreamin
but potna when i get poppin’ don’t pop up like faces greasy
they never come with the bread but they ask for the fettuccine
when i was draggin’ my leg they ain’t offer a crutch or even
a uber, lyft, or a bike coulda got me to where i needed
lil’ homie don’t call it treason when you see me peakin
i went so long and wasn’t eating, lost so many weekends
yea i was stuck up in my ways and only playing defense
but now i’m runnin’ through the gap and watch i prolly jump the stand into the bleachers
hit the bing and i became a preacher
man i done helped so many people they should call me feature
and if you ever wrote me off then know you lost a keeper
man i been strokin’ with that brush and made a mona lisa
yea, i’m a bedroom artist
yea, watch i lay it down ima make it breathe
this ain’t what you want, this what you need
i’m a bedroom artist, uhh
i can take a 2 and turn it to a 3, boy this what i do, this what i bleed
i’m a bedroom artist, yea
i been high and low, and i been in+between, i been full of gas and outta steam i’m a bedroom artist, look
yea i swear its bigger than what you believe, let me lay it down so you can see it make em all believe

- j lee lastpick lyrics

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