LYRICS

Album Title : Does Anybody Hear Me?
Release Date : October/13/2017
Track 10: Un Opened
Lyrics:

A painter who doesn’t paint
A singer who doesn’t sing
A writer who never writes
A dancer with no floor

A painter who doesn’t paint
A singer who doesn’t sing
A writer that never writes
A dancer with no floor

Workin so hard to remember my name
Waiting on life just to take me to the fame
Playing all the cards to help me win the game
How can we change when we always stay the same
Been so long things really haven’t changed
No words or action you really cant complain
Change up your game you’ll remember your name
Headed down the road welcome to the fame

Look at you look at me
Pages of a magazine
Rip them out and set them free
Be who you are meant to be
We will get there with all our gifts to share
Be the colors that the universe prepared
You and me in that magazine
We paint the picture and we’ll be who we wanna be

A painter who doesn’t paint
A singer who doesn’t sing
A writer that never writes
A dancer with no floor

The sun shines somewhere even when it rains
My feelings now they cannot be contained
Being a spark to whom it would pertain
This beautiful life sometimes can be so strange
Shine up your heart no need to be ashamed
Haters are the devil want to make you feel lame
Can’t let them win keep you locked and restrained
Hidden from the world still wrapped in cellophane

Look at you look at me
Pages of a magazine
Rip them out and set them free
Be who you are meant to be
We will get there with all our gifts to share
Be the colors that the universe prepared
You and me in that magazine
We paint the picture and we’ll be who we wanna be

Photo shopped triple cropped getting my top 40 spot
Hittin hot will never stop droppin them hit singles pop
For show for real for show
Lets bring that mass appeal
All our special gifts un opened

Look at you look at me
Pages of a magazine
Rip them out and set them free
Be who you are meant to be
We will get there with all our gifts to share
Be the colors that the universe prepared
You and me in that magazine
We paint the picture and we’ll be who we wanna be