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Deto 22 - Son of Bob Ross Lyrics



Deto 22 - Son of Bob Ross Lyrics
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[ Featuring Sketch Tha Cataclysm ]

Picture this bristle-less brush
Chapped lips whistle-less
5 o'clock razor ticklish
To my better half's disgust
Forever roll tuff like a supernova quote
Quota equals dope
Spill the flow soak it up end quote
Paint it for the people missing ain't missing a few people
Missing people in a few ain't problematic
The problem's when my paints missing people
While I happy little forest fire this whole damn canvas my people
Jump ship with or without a life saver
While I'm cool hand luke with or without the light saber
Tip toe across the waters with a Jesus sandal fetish
Foam memory retain nothing but the imprints
In print depressed pedal back now wait
Skate great lengths to avoid all fates
Haste makes waste time waits for no man
No sir yes sir by the way who's taste
If the names not on your tongue
Then proceed to lick the packaging
Rickety bone structure
Sentence rudely stay ravishing
Pen's puddle Rorschach with the greatest of clarity
The hilarity ensues when the sharpies run a muck
And I'll be writing til the pen dries
And I'll be shining til the sun sets
And I'll be spitting til the mic drops
And I'll be thinking til the brains dead
And I'll be rocking til the back breaks
And I'll be pushing til the buttons lock
I'll keep painting til the picture's perfect
I'll keep it spinning til the record stops
The son of Bob Ross
Button-downs all included
Remixed overdubbed and interluded
One finger holds the anxious like a rabid carpet beetle
Chewing at the circles for the rug burn ritual
I know its a habit to paint it all if you think you must
Ill be combining well water with my skeleton trust
No mans land about a mile up the road
I learned not too long ago every story's been told
So much for the surprise factor
See canned life filmed in front of live laughter
Babble box scripted by a b-lister hypocrite
All this time he never learned that I give what i get
Best respect insect decept' repellent
Tell it to the mountains make the molehills all jealous
Tell it to the seeds muster the strength for the relish
Compel them to stay focused when the focus break north
Of course off course is a stairway to understand
Keep the compass and the treasure map readily at your grip
Slip with grace or forever be undeniable, either way
Keep your dignity and the spit off your lip
And I'll be writing til the pen dries
And I'll be shining til the sun sets
And I'll be spitting til the mic drops
And I'll be thinking til the brains dead
And I'll be rocking til the back breaks
And I'll be pushing til the buttons lock
I'll keep painting til the picture's perfect
I'll keep it spinning til the record stops
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Picture this bristle-less brush
Chapped lips whistle-less
5 o'clock razor ticklish
To my better half's disgust
Forever roll tuff like a supernova quote
Quota equals dope
Spill the flow soak it up end quote
Paint it for the people missing ain't missing a few people
Missing people in a few ain't problematic
The problem's when my paints missing people
While I happy little forest fire this whole damn canvas my people
Jump ship with or without a life saver
While I'm cool hand luke with or without the light saber
Tip toe across the waters with a Jesus sandal fetish
Foam memory retain nothing but the imprints
In print depressed pedal back now wait
Skate great lengths to avoid all fates
Haste makes waste time waits for no man
No sir yes sir by the way who's taste
If the names not on your tongue
Then proceed to lick the packaging
Rickety bone structure
Sentence rudely stay ravishing
Pen's puddle Rorschach with the greatest of clarity
The hilarity ensues when the sharpies run a muck
And I'll be writing til the pen dries
And I'll be shining til the sun sets
And I'll be spitting til the mic drops
And I'll be thinking til the brains dead
And I'll be rocking til the back breaks
And I'll be pushing til the buttons lock
I'll keep painting til the picture's perfect
I'll keep it spinning til the record stops
The son of Bob Ross
Button-downs all included
Remixed overdubbed and interluded
One finger holds the anxious like a rabid carpet beetle
Chewing at the circles for the rug burn ritual
I know its a habit to paint it all if you think you must
Ill be combining well water with my skeleton trust
No mans land about a mile up the road
I learned not too long ago every story's been told
So much for the surprise factor
See canned life filmed in front of live laughter
Babble box scripted by a b-lister hypocrite
All this time he never learned that I give what i get
Best respect insect decept' repellent
Tell it to the mountains make the molehills all jealous
Tell it to the seeds muster the strength for the relish
Compel them to stay focused when the focus break north
Of course off course is a stairway to understand
Keep the compass and the treasure map readily at your grip
Slip with grace or forever be undeniable, either way
Keep your dignity and the spit off your lip
And I'll be writing til the pen dries
And I'll be shining til the sun sets
And I'll be spitting til the mic drops
And I'll be thinking til the brains dead
And I'll be rocking til the back breaks
And I'll be pushing til the buttons lock
I'll keep painting til the picture's perfect
I'll keep it spinning til the record stops
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Writer: Jason Peruti
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Deto 22
Featuring: Sketch Tha Cataclysm
Language: English
Length: 3:34
Written by: Jason Peruti

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