paint painting pain music

— Paint** Yeah… Paint. Thirty-six trips around the sun, still learnin’ gravity, Still tryna make a home in a mind full of cavities. **[Hook]** I’m Paint, put my pain where the canvas gon’ see it, Smile for the picture, but the frame don’t believe it. Overthink oceans, got my thoughts in the deep end, Push love away, then wonder why I’m always leavin’. Music my escape route, pen my parachute, Life hit hard, but somehow I still carry through. I ain’t got it all together, but I’m making it work, Turn a wound into a word, turn a word into worth. **[Verse 1]** Thirty-six, still adulting like it came with no manual, Bills on the counter, dreams all mechanical. Got a grown-man body, but my soul need a guardian, Tryna build a future while I’m fightin’ my arguments. My brain got a treadmill, thoughts never take a break, Make a mountain out of silence, then I’m buried in the weight. I read between lines ’til the page turn hostile, Every “you okay?” feel like a trial, not a title. I’m cursed with the “what if,” it’s a witch in my ear, Turn a good night’s rest to a six-hour fear. Trust got fractured, now the cracks got a voice, So I lock every door even when love got a choice. Push people away ‘fore attachment can bloom, Rather leave an empty chair than get left in the room. That’s trauma talkin’, I know, but it talks so fluent, Made survival look normal, made peace feel foreign. **[Hook]** I’m Paint, put my pain where the canvas gon’ see it, Smile for the picture, but the frame don’t believe it. Overthink oceans, got my thoughts in the deep end, Push love away, then wonder why I’m always leavin’. Music my escape route, pen my parachute, Life hit hard, but somehow I still carry through. I ain’t got it all together, but I’m making it work, Turn a wound into a word, turn a word into worth. **[Verse 2]** Drugs never fixed it, just put fog on the mirror, Couldn’t outrun pain, it just followed me nearer. So I make life work, even when it hurt to breathe, Put a pulse in the beat when my heart wanna leave. Music my scapegoat, my alibi, my refuge, When the world get too loud, it’s the one thing I run to. Every kick drum knock like, “You still here, right?” Every snare say, “Paint, put the dark into light.” If home is supposedly where the heart is But I still don’t know where mine is, z⁶ Does that make me homeless or heartless? I ask that in the booth, let the reverb answer. Maybe I’m not broken, maybe I’m just a bad dancer With the past—two left feet, still steppin’ through flames, Still paintin’ blue skies over all of my rain. I’m Paint—not perfect, just proof I survived, A work in progress with a beat still alive. **[Outro / Hook]** I’m Paint, put my pain where the canvas gon’ see it, If you feel what I feel, then I know you can breathe it. We ain’t got it all together, but we making it work, Turn a wound into a word, turn a word into worth. Yeah… Paint. Still here.