Lyrics to Eastside
Ayy
Hey, is this art? (Aye, aye, aye)
'Cause I wanna paint (Right)
Can I paint? (God Over Money)
Washed-up canvas gets splattered, I scribe lines with the truth
Take portraits like Frida Kahlo, I bond bars with a glue
So [?] but they ink my loose leaf with the flu
So, clearly I am artistically sickly with sticky lyrics, but
None of that matters if flavor that they done better
Peppered in on my passions, through canvas reveals a platter
I’m not the only, deceptive are we creatures
So devious, inner scenes delusive under the sheets
Disguise a city of schemes, society rest in peace
Pieces of wicked arteries, crevices of our speech
Power welcome the greed, like: ("I want, I want")
For the love of money, whisper: ("I want, I want")
Couple tens, couple twenties, singing: ("I want, I want")
Cop a Benz, cop a fella screaming: ("I want, I want")
Couple threads all designer, cop a palace for your island
More you fancy old desires, more you stitchin' up your eyelids, woo!
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
A.I. The Anomaly, uh
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
Ayy, I am goin' all in
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
7-16, Nickel City where I come from
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
Yeah, ayy, I am going all in, all in
They not ready for this lyrical lioness, I annihilate
Any rhythmical rudiment, I am anomaly
And I been tryna grind, been tryna move in
I’m a whole different breed, call me the 'new kid'
I don't follow the groove, I follow the blueprint
My potter of truth moldin' my life, ink in my pen (Yeah)
They've got the truth, but I'm trippin' the critics
Dishin’ this image I’m dippin' descriptions, I’m fully syllabic, yeah (A.I.-I.-I.)
I'm all in it and authentic, I'm all trippin'
I’m all cause, I don't involve gimmicks,yeah (A.I.-I.-I.)
He cleared the canvas and cleaned the cameras and did his business
Lift the tally and placed his prop on the podium
Dipped the brush in the palette and painted purpose in all of this
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
A.I. The Anomaly, uh
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
Ayy, I am goin' all in
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
7-16, Nickel City where I come from
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
Yeah, ayy, I am going all in, all in
Hey, is this art? (Aye, aye, aye)
'Cause I wanna paint (Right)
Can I paint? (God Over Money)
Washed-up canvas gets splattered, I scribe lines with the truth
Take portraits like Frida Kahlo, I bond bars with a glue
So [?] but they ink my loose leaf with the flu
So, clearly I am artistically sickly with sticky lyrics, but
None of that matters if flavor that they done better
Peppered in on my passions, through canvas reveals a platter
I’m not the only, deceptive are we creatures
So devious, inner scenes delusive under the sheets
Disguise a city of schemes, society rest in peace
Pieces of wicked arteries, crevices of our speech
Power welcome the greed, like: ("I want, I want")
For the love of money, whisper: ("I want, I want")
Couple tens, couple twenties, singing: ("I want, I want")
Cop a Benz, cop a fella screaming: ("I want, I want")
Couple threads all designer, cop a palace for your island
More you fancy old desires, more you stitchin' up your eyelids, woo!
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
A.I. The Anomaly, uh
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
Ayy, I am goin' all in
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
7-16, Nickel City where I come from
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
Yeah, ayy, I am going all in, all in
They not ready for this lyrical lioness, I annihilate
Any rhythmical rudiment, I am anomaly
And I been tryna grind, been tryna move in
I’m a whole different breed, call me the 'new kid'
I don't follow the groove, I follow the blueprint
My potter of truth moldin' my life, ink in my pen (Yeah)
They've got the truth, but I'm trippin' the critics
Dishin’ this image I’m dippin' descriptions, I’m fully syllabic, yeah (A.I.-I.-I.)
I'm all in it and authentic, I'm all trippin'
I’m all cause, I don't involve gimmicks,yeah (A.I.-I.-I.)
He cleared the canvas and cleaned the cameras and did his business
Lift the tally and placed his prop on the podium
Dipped the brush in the palette and painted purpose in all of this
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
A.I. The Anomaly, uh
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
Ayy, I am goin' all in
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
7-16, Nickel City where I come from
Who that little lady from the Eastside?
Yeah, ayy, I am going all in, all in
