Fine Art

A part of me is stuck
 Recently I've come to note, ya ya, that part of me is stuck
 And I'm partially at fault
 I never had a problem with you, ya
 Artfully mastering brush but I also stood at the cusp
 And I thought that I could work on me
 And ya, also master love
 You thought that that's enough but I started to pass it up
 And you were always dedicated
 When it came to work you work up early
 Never hesitated to get the day in first
 And I always started off faded
 But I concentrate like my lover
 Make use of primaries to make every fucking color
 And we can handle it
 Paint a perfect picture but who's to manage it
 We craft our love through art but it's the art that we love mastering
 We use to take the train to each other's house
 You use to kiss me all day while my mother's out
 And it's a young type of love with no direction
 A bold complexion
 I was in love, you showed affection
 You got a familiar face
 I met you over & over again
 I felt you in a similar place
 We keep writing the same story in pen
 I wanna get to know ya
 I seen you hanging on the wall before
 Room full of art and you're my favorite thing up on the floor
 A part of me is stuck
 Recently I've come to note, ya ya, that part of me is us
 And I'm partially at fault
 I get distracted by big lights
 Ya ya ya, yo this stage got these big brights
 You so involved up in ya studies
 I started booking shows in Europe
 From here to fall with all my buddies
 And I really wish you could be more involved
 It's not just money
 It's the time dedicated to your career
 You're just as hungry and I get it
 Sometimes my focus shifts to my grind and I let it
 How long till we let time not shine, yo, regret it
 Ya still my favorite piece of art to start
 And if you thinking that will change, yo forget it
 Its the type of love we all want
 But whats it worth if we can't evolve when we involve love
 And I'd like to get this song done
 But I'm not done writing all the bars that you involved in
 You got a familiar face
 I met you over & over again
 I felt you in a similar place
 We keep writing the same story in pen
 I wanna get to know ya
 I seen you hanging on the wall before
 Room full of art and you're my favorite thing up on the floor