An artist has a style it's the way that he paints
And nobody bats an eyelid not a single complaint
But if the sound of a muscian is the same it's a restraint
It's like repeating the same brush strokes till the day that you faint
Going back and forth, not chaning course
Pumping the same old shit tracks like i'm beating a dead horse
Cus when I make something good, that's what I want to mantain
But it's a shame that people say "all your music sounds the same"
I have a lot of work in progress, sounds the same oh
But i have locked it away like it's from nato
Sometimes it's like i'm using thе same coloured play-do
I'm not some sort of gеnius thinker like plato
Hey no, body is completely original
We've been stealing ideas since we've been aboriginal
A lyrrical indivudial that finds it hard to write
And I fight the urge to make the same song every night
Outside the airlock, i'm like a scared hawk
Seeing it's prey but afraid to make a fair squawk
And instead a go hungry on music cus i'm afraid
That every day I'll lose the ability to make something great
And hate that I have to state you people do this to me
I'm afraid to make music cus i'm afraid to be free
I use different chords different intruments a different rap
But nobody cares about that, it's the same tempo as that other track
And nobody bats an eyelid not a single complaint
But if the sound of a muscian is the same it's a restraint
It's like repeating the same brush strokes till the day that you faint
Going back and forth, not chaning course
Pumping the same old shit tracks like i'm beating a dead horse
Cus when I make something good, that's what I want to mantain
But it's a shame that people say "all your music sounds the same"
I have a lot of work in progress, sounds the same oh
But i have locked it away like it's from nato
Sometimes it's like i'm using thе same coloured play-do
I'm not some sort of gеnius thinker like plato
Hey no, body is completely original
We've been stealing ideas since we've been aboriginal
A lyrrical indivudial that finds it hard to write
And I fight the urge to make the same song every night
Outside the airlock, i'm like a scared hawk
Seeing it's prey but afraid to make a fair squawk
And instead a go hungry on music cus i'm afraid
That every day I'll lose the ability to make something great
And hate that I have to state you people do this to me
I'm afraid to make music cus i'm afraid to be free
I use different chords different intruments a different rap
But nobody cares about that, it's the same tempo as that other track
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