Portrait Atmosphere

[Verse 1]
I’ve been better, been worse, more blessed than I’m cursed
Trying to train myself to treat my body like a church
Takes a certain type of nerve to make a person fight the urge
And when I’m dead, I’ll still work to try to fertilize your dirt

But first I acknowledge the vice-versa
We could trade shoes and you’d probably play blues
And while you was paying dues, they borrowed your face too
Tryna get you to admit to some weight that you ain't moved

I see 'em, fightin' off the feelin'
Just to find a little frequency and rotate with the seasons
And I don’t need to know the reasons you believe
As long as you believe that there's a scenery beyond the ceilin'

[Chorus]
That’s just my unsolicited suggestion
And don't nobody give a shit if it passes your inspection
But that’s not realistic 'cause we starvin' for attention
A portrait of the artist as an addendum, now that you mentioned it

[Verse 2]
You don’t wanna hear my voice, but you force yourself to listen
Gotta check in case I'm talkin' about you
And I’ve never sang a song that’s talkin' 'bout you
In fact, even right now I'm not talkin' 'bout you