Caleb McCleney - Tell Me a Story / Painting Lyrics

Ok let me get started
Running from pain
I'm all in my head
I feel like I can't get started
I stay in my lane
I try to reframe but I know I can't restart it
I got A Mural in my brain I try to re-paint
But no one regards it
Ok let me get started

I'm in the stu kinda late
I see the dark out the window
I just dream of getting money fast
Cuz lately it's been slow
Always asking for a feature
Don't think they got the hint thought
I don't need nobody help
Things that I've felt Keep that to myself
Keep to myself lately I've been overwhelmed
Pray to God before I go to sleep
Wake up hope it's over now
People ask how I write
I take my heart and I write it out
My soul may seem perfect
But on the inside it's a broken house
205 that's the lower south
That's where I come from
Humid heat and the sun coming down
But I still feel numb from
The cold
Writing on Writers block
But I still feel Gold
That's how's it's goes
But I cannot stop so that's how I know
I'm Getting better
I'm a pen pal with the game and this is my letter
Hope they respect me for all of efforts
I've been slacking the good book on the dresser
I've been slacking the good book on the dresser
I've been slacking the good book on the dresser

Ok let me get started
Running from pain
I'm all in my head I feel like I can't get started
I stay in my lane try to reframe but I know I can't restart it
I got A Mural in my brain I try to re-paint
But no one regards it
Ok let me get started
Ok let me get started
Running from pain
I'm all in my head I feel like I can't get started
I stay in my lane try to reframe but I know I can't restart it
I got A Mural in my brain I try to re-paint
But no one regards it
Ok let me get started

Second verse I don't know what to write
Oh
I think I got something
Rather have a million dollars
Than a paper saying that I am a scholar
I just know I use my hands on the job so call it a Smurf on my collar
Most of y'all didn't get that so rewind it back so you can holler
I swear this music in my jeans like denim
Running through my life at the speed light like I'm pending
Yelling at my mom and dad all because I was livid
Slammed the door in they face
And then I got my ass beat
Made beats but I couldn't sit no more so I got a new seat
I hope I make it big but I don't wanna be on new tweets
Rappers listen once to my song and said that's weak
That's sweet cuz you can't write a verse without a trap beat
And this is the line where wack meets talent
You may have a check by your name but that don't mean the games balanced
Finished my album a week ago thinking when to announce it
Finished my album a week ago thinking when to announce it

Ok let me get started
Running from pain I'm all in my head I feel like I can't get started
I stay in my lane try to reframe but I know I can't restart it
I got A Mural in my brain I try to re-paint
But no one regards it
Ok let me get started