I got bad news Nothing really changes We just wander aimless Friends turn into strangers Chalk up my exchanges and discard the conversations As just carcasses for vultures in decomposition stages Endless entertainment for these culture commentators Stylish innovators that just vanish minutes later
Say "his style is very painterly" But painting's not an art Art is tricking you with statements that the painter's painting art
Without an explanation, it's just pretty little marks The market sold imaginations just to keep you in the dark Like you bitches need a cosign to rock a fashion Like you can't see a bigger picture without a caption Until some critic goes and write it out A long winded trite amount of words That you can slide around a websites and fight about Meaning's what your life's without Surf until you're wiping out Conservation activist You're living with your lights out
What's it all mean? What's he saying when he says it? What's the underlying topic? What's the motive in the message?
But what if he was bored and there was no between the lines It was a way to pass the time, he liked the way it rhymed
What's it all mean? What's he saying when he says it? What's the underlying topic? What's the motive in the message?