Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shine, artist - Robert Glasper. Date of issue: 24.02.2022
Song language: English
Shine |
| I can feel the love in here |
| My inner space got constellations |
| And all those inner conversations |
| They help me to shine, shine |
| Shine, shine |
| They help me to shine, shine |
| So shine, shine |
| They help me to shine |
| Picture the world after the wilder- |
| Ness no longer exist, picture me with no filter |
| Picture we see the rainbow as evidence that storm |
| Was only meant to wash away the hurt, certainly not destroy |
| Picture divine vines growing on side abandoned buildings |
| Picture choosing the road less traveled, abandon millions |
| Picture standing on top of hills and projecting your brilliance |
| Picture we started old and slowly became more like children |
| Picture me as the tadpole, started off as a frog |
| Picture me as the channel that started off as a blog |
| Picture me as the whisper that started off as a yell |
| Picture only offering heaven although they give you hell, like |
| Picture that, scripture that |
| Picture that brilliant sister from sister act |
| That gave us the miseducation, found those who missed the map |
| And gave 'em hope, just one more 'genn, picture a extra lap |
| That’s love |
| I can feel the love in here |
| My inner space got constellations |
| Those inner conversations |
| Help me to shine, shine |
| Shine, shine |
| They help me to shine, shine |
| Shine, shine |
| They help me to shine |
| Picture me flying over the city |
| Picture me with a beauty whose soul is equally pretty |
| Picture me with a ruby that’s redder than cherry stems |
| Picture me with a choir full of hers that’s singing hymns |
| Picture having action at calefaction, we heating up |
| Picture even with your voice trembling speaking up |
| Picture dropping the ladder for all of those reaching up |
| Picture every time we searching for answers we seeking up |
| Picture every finger pointed conjoining to form a fist |
| Picture every time you pray that heaven gladly forms a list |
| Picture baddy carrying Jamaican patties blowing kisses |
| Picture gravity wasn’t a factor, now picture me lifted |
| Picture skies, picture trees |
| Picture too many flowers, too many leaves |
| Picture you and me for hours doing whatever we please |
| Picture giving self-love deeper than seas, preach |
| I can feel the love in here |
| My inner space got constellations |
| Those inner conversations |
| Help me to shine, shine |
| Shine, shine |
| They help me to shine, shine |
| Shine, shine |
| They help me to shine |
| Picture me bright, picture me glowing |
| Picture my intuition guiding me, picture me knowing |
| Picture me dripping, picture me giving, picture me showing |
| Picture me 96ing dipping, now picture me rolling |
| Picture me in a low low, switches and bending corners |
| Picture me in a white T riding through California |
| Picture with a queen that’s playing her violin |
| Picture little kids looking at daddy like I am him |
| Picture dirty hands in soil planting greens to feed the future |
| Picture me so fresh, so clean, cleaner than loofahs |
| Picture teaching a class, divina la vida pura |
| Picture me as a doctor, I’m saying tengo la cura |
| Picture sipping natural herbs through tip of hookah |
| Picture me living much better great, I’m living super |