Jared Evan, Skyzoo, Reks - Etch A Sketch lyrics

And I’m nothing i’m nothing yeah
And I’m nothing i’m nothing yeah

Yeah it’s been a minute
It’s been a minute since I truly did it
Since I shitted on all of my critics
Yeah they say perfectionism isn’t perfect
That’s only because we haven’t
Scratched the surface
This Etch a Sketch has yet
To catch some wreck
Your face is red and I ain’t
Even found my message yet
Investing reinventing everything I’ve
Ever said i’m resurrected with this pen
I’ve dissected the Led Zeppelin
It’s like a box that I’ve been kept in
I ain’t preaching to the choir
I’m just trying to get the
Attention of the reverend
Interrupting the reception
It happens when I say it
I’m talking about the shit
That you stepped in
Quentin Tarantino with this music shit
It seems your short films
Have been misdirected
Infectious, your poems don’t even
Know what chess is
I’m so awake and that’s exactly
Why I’m feeling restless

Yeah clear the canvas let me Van Gogh it
Portrait of a poet reinvented here to advance
The motors to Etch a Sketch
Story in retrospect
Or redirect rex the most deserving of respect
I’m a chameleon devising into a chapter
To capture experience
After we’re dead and gone legacies living on
Strip me to bare essentials
As our pencils revers fall
Barry Bonds without the needle
He’s without the eagle
Jesus without the adoration from people
New lens to see through to truly see
Who we be when we be who we are
Cuz my mirrors imaging a
Vision displays a star it’s just arithmetic
Back to the simpleness
Thinking N for infinite
I’m learning the gimmicks
This is the rebirth before I
Rebuild to yield figures
The realists remain the realists

Yeah and they call me SKYCOO
Dance on them like this
Legendary what are saying like my head roll
When big bro but still up about a big zo
With friends that let a clip go
I came up in a zip
Code where mercy’s never sinful
And so the bottom line is
Lord have like flip mode
Somersaults are the MO flipping off the free
You saw it courtesy of my aforementioned hero
Now for the present day down to my resume
The G, the FBI likes surround to the letter H
Moneyball everything ground up let it spray
Primitive mind i’m around here to devastate
The sky looks splendid
One time for the winners
Staying pace with the pop
Front line for the women
The way the rhythm do work
Is the way they let us do work
The ride is for everything baby
The ride is tremendous
I’m on a porn alone, die alone
Count the whole pylon
Load the oven up into the truck
And then I’ll get gone fuckers
Load the oven up into the truck
And then I’m gone
Load the oven up into the truck
And then I’ll be gone fuckers