Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Draw Something , by - Step Brothers. Release date: 20.01.2014
Song language: English
Draw Something |
| «Picasso once said there are no child prodigies in painting |
| There may be in music, but not in painting» |
| «How old were you when you started painting?» |
| «I was 13 when I started |
| I got inspired to start painting when I drew my first piece |
| And saw that God had given me a talent |
| So, umm I knew when God gives you a talent, you should use it» |
| Uh, no boundaries at all |
| I sketch, take ten steps, allow me to draw |
| My paintbrush dance on the canvas without a flaw |
| Big wolf live in a village made out of straw |
| I’m a known arson, fire marksmen |
| Flaming target |
| Disappear in the dark, I’m fly like Aladdin’s carpet |
| God willing, I’ma kill 'em |
| Smoke drifting out the chillum |
| Guts spilling, medical requests I’ma fill 'em |
| It’s the man you aren’t |
| Bang on pots and pans til the jam gets started |
| The paper’s riddled with little pellets, the past ?? |
| Overflows over the limit, they can’t guard it |
| I step off the cliff and blast off into orbit (I'm outta here) |
| And spark like a torch, the money fallin' out the orifice |
| No curriculum, that’s par for the courses |
| Startin' the horses |
| Hand on the table right where the fork is |
| Yo, we go off when we go on to get started |
| Funny how I’m typing just a little bit further |
| Or is it farther, I never could decipher |
| Consider me an author, who wrote it at his highest |
| Games change, lanes change, same gang approaches |
| Watch the floor hit the lights out, avoid the roaches |
| Wipe the whole slate clean, that’s what I hear the most |
| The coast is clear from the clearest coast |
| A dreamer does well under the rays of the sun |
| In the city that we dwell, it’s like a ray from a gun |
| It’s like a beam from an ??, it’s like an after effect |
| So if they pull a strap it’s like a Jack in a deck |
| Out the box, out the crews it flocks |
| Emcees are jumpin' out shoes, let 'em keep the socks |
| I got heart, and I exercise |
| There’s no telling when I’ll ever settle |
| So set a time |
| I keep a gallery of art, a store’s full of the crates |
| I gotta art of masterpiece, DiVinci’s locked in the safe |
| I keep a place for the liquor on hold, take a shot of this |
| Shitty bottle while I could pose in an apocalypse |
| Mad cause I’m on my biz while they catchin' vapors |
| You’re better off pulling the tree, tryna stretch paper |
| I draw threats like Marvel to the sketch paper |
| Risk-taker, suplex tracks and no neck breaker |
| Digital art, graduated from analogue |
| I got teachers framing my catalogue in the campus hall |
| Everything I draw is on some raw-raw, cat is raw |
| Like that is all, numbing your grill like it was Ambesol |
| Now, where the aerosal (shh), paint a picture |
| Then turn the cameras on and brush in another adventure |
| Fly overseas and make skrilla from these written scriptures |
| Rolling with the Step Brothers, draw somethin', niggas |
| «And as he continues to knock masterpieces like these out in just an hour |
| He’ll soon be moving beyond this Northbrook art gallery |
| And on to bigger things |
| «It's finished» |
| «There's no education, no understanding of art history |
| Or of art movements, no intimidation |
| And here she is completely and utterly innocent |
| With an innocent eye, almost |
| Coming to a canvas» |
| «It's truly from inside» |
| «She's painting at a level that master’s don’t attain |
| For 30, 40, 50 years… and yet she’s 10» |