Etch A Sketch

[Chorus:] And I’m nothing [x3] I’m nothing yeah And I’m nothing [x3] I’m nothing yeah [Verse 1:] Yeah it’s been a minute It’s been a minute since I truly did it Since I shitted on all of my critics Yeah they say perfectionism isn’t perfect That’s only because we haven’t scratched the surface This Etch a Sketch has yet to catch some wreck Your face is red and I ain’t even found my message yet Investing reinventing everything I’ve ever said I’m resurrected with this pen I’ve dissected the Led Zeppelin It’s like a box that I’ve been kept in I ain’t preaching to the choir I’m just trying to get the attention of the reverend Interrupting the reception It happens when I say it I’m talking about the shit that you stepped in Quentin Tarantino with this music shit It seems your short films have been misdirected Infectious, your poems don’t even know what chess is I’m so awake and that’s exactly why I’m feeling restless [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Yeah clear the canvas let me Van Gogh it Portrait of a poet reinvented here to advance The motors to Etch a Sketch Story in retrospect Or redirect rex the most deserving of respect [inaudible 1:46-1:48] I’m a chameleon Devising into a chapter To capture experience After we’re dead and gone Legacies living on Strip me to bare essentials As our pencils revers fall Barry Bonds without the needle He’s without the eagle Jesus without the adoration from people New lens to see through to truly see Who we be when we be who we are Cuz my mirrors imaging a vision displays a star It’s just arithmetic Back to the simpleness Thinking N for infinite I’m learning the gimmicks This is the rebirth before I rebuild to yield figures The realists remain the realists [?] [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yeah and they call me SKYCOO Dance on them like this Legendary what are saying like my head roll When big bro but still up about a big zo With friends that let a clip go I came up in a zip code where mercy’s never sinful And so the bottom line is lord have like flip mode Somersaults are the MO flipping off the free You saw it courtesy of my aforementioned hero Now for the present day Down to my resume The G, the FBI likes surround to the letter H Moneyball everything Ground up let it spray Primitive mind I’m around here to devastate The sky looks splendid One time for the winners Staying pace with the pop Front line for the women The way the rhythm do work Is the way they let us do work The ride is for everything baby The ride is tremendous I’m on a porn alone, die alone, count the whole pylon Load the oven up into the truck And then I’ll get gone fuckers Load the oven up into the truck And then I’m gone Load the oven up into the truck And then I’ll be gone fuckers [Chorus] [x2]