The smell of aerosol flowing through my brain,
I like to paint,
Spraying on the walls,
Was the only thing to keep me from falling apart.
I walked in the rain; I walked in the heatwaves.
I don’t play, I splattered on pavements.
I have no crew, they call those, the ones.
BIG.A oner
It was never about street cred.
I am an artist, that's what I repped.
Rode the 460 bus, all the way to LA.
That’s where I met, ‘what's her face’?
Anyways, forget her.
You ever had a dream you didn’t wanna wake up from?
Ever felt like you were up in the sky, on cloud nine?
Maybe it’s just me; I’ve been working on this piece since 12:03?
I think???
The one part I hated, getting high off these paintings.
Trust me, never intentionally
I love that about me thank you borderline, for the personality of creativity!
Don’t get lost in the sauce.
‘What’s her face’ called; she said she’ll meet me at the same spot.
I like to paint,
I loved getting lost...