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Brush Off
Produced & written by Sicknature
Mixed and mastered by Kristian Dalsgaard at ARK Studios
Cover art by Ryan Verhagen
Lyrics:
Some people are busy saying do this do that
Be this be that
You gotta create your own future. Focus on your own goals
I need to brush up my I don´t give a f*ck mode
And trust the messages in my gut
And not buy into what they are telling me I should cop
When I need doe for rent and diapers, for energy, for the grub
For new equipment when the planned obsolescence will interrupt
Some think the smell of bullsh*t is a sweet aroma
Some want me to fail or be mediocre
Or work for free for unguaranteed promotion
Some spread lies and want me to believe the bogus, but
Bullsh*t smells like bullsh*t
And time is money, so till the day that my clock's broke
My heart ll press blood into my paintings with every brush stroke
Compose inner peace by never letting you eat my energy up
I brush past devils and dumb trolls
My younger days are vibing behind me
Family members and good people are dying around me
I ain't got time to let my brain be framed by anyone dying to down me
Even when the skies are strikingly cloudy I gotta
Keep my eyes on the horizon
Keep moving, brush off the distractions
Keep moving, brush off the distractions
Keep moving, brush off the distractions
Keep my eyes on the horizon
Keep moving, brush off the distractions
Keep moving, brush off the distractions
Keep moving
Life can be a beautiful journey, but distractions are distorting the scenic route
How can we focus on what we pursue, when opinions and notifications are repeatedly playing peekaboo
Along with alcohol and greasy food
I try not get distracted, make the speakers boom
Before I load up my brush and immediately feed the canvass
That gives me meaning, that´s my sweet advantage
Without music I´d have more blues than a Avatar hugging an untransformed Mystique in the deep Atlantic
The clock hands only wave to the right, so I try make the right wavs to ride
Wave my paintbrush on the wave file and wave aside what destabilizes my drive and gaze at the horizon with stable eyes
Everything withers, it's sad, but it's true
So I'm a brush off the unhealthy and smile in a happier mood
And make sure that my life plaque carries (caries) the truth
Cause you can't put the toothpaste back in the tube
That´s why I gotta
Keep my eyes on the horizon
Keep moving, brush off the distractions
Keep moving, brush off the distractions
Keep moving, brush off the distractions
Keep my eyes on the horizon
Keep moving, brush off the distractions
Keep moving, brush off the distractions
Keep moving, brush off the distractions