You count and you can try, but I refuse to be monetized I'm coloring with pastel hues, do they voraciously something good in you? Cause art is not a game, but I played so I forgot what I really wanted to pay 5, 6, 7, 8, I swear I'm on my way Though you would not love me today Without the numbers telling you Wish I could self-motivate No, I don't mean self-medicate Though you would not appreciate me Without the numbers telling you Infinite, every second Relevant, everything I was meant to be Hours get devoured, we caught up inside the mystery Another silent night, another silent fight Please do not disturb, been gone for a minute They offended, none of my concern Reaching for my zen, I've crossed the finish Everything I've earned, I've been bowed about it Have some doubts, anxiety, I shop I've been busy counting streams of mountain Please get off my phone, I'm my own Hubris Yeah Cause art is not a game, but I found myself playing Is it what I wanted to paint? My dreams are all a bit shy But don't you know they come with a price Cause they're the ones holding the prize But are these colors ever enough? First 6, 7, 8 I swear I'm on my way Though you would not love me today Without the numbers telling you Wish I could self-motivate No, I don't mean self-medicate Though you would not love me today Without the numbers telling you Every second, relevant Every minute, history Everything I was meant to be Everything I was meant to be