The Neighborhood

Picture me hanging paintings on wall with perfect framing Life without presentation is aimless as arrow shaken No bullseye or bullshit, for relocating My bullseye like Cool Whip, we topping greatness Tasteless suburbia ghetto born out of patience Faceless for a long time, creating without pasting Landscape been the muse Cruising through till I'm inspiring beautiful environment When I fail & try again, correcting self From internal admiring While my niggas be getting higher than Orion's belt Racing through stars, overarching my drift Gripping wheels, skipping meals, & starving Planted in winter garden Frozen roses was soft as f*ck at first but also hardened by father Pardon love for his daughter as a starter Thinking infinite, limited all of my growth While losing my innocence, I might die in vain under oath Cool, calm, & collected Always gaining perspective Always gaining perspective Always gaining perspective I'm cool, calm, & collected Always gaining perspective Always gaining perspective There's perspective in my neighborhood I'm feeling right, I'm looking good (Good, good, good, good, good) I'm bumping like it ain't nothing in my neighborhood I'm feeling right, I'm looking good (Good, good, good, good, good) I'm bumping like it ain't nothing in my neighborhood From Vista Ridge living Cross Busch The boulevard be bumping hard come take a look From Vista Ridge living Cross Busch The boulevard be bumping hard come take a look (Take a look) I'm feeling right, I'm looking good (Good, good, good, good, good) I'm bumping like it ain't nothing in my neighborhood I'm feeling right, I'm looking good (Good, good, good, good, good) I'm bumping like it ain't nothing in my neighborhood Picture me hanging paintings on wall with perfect framing Life without presentation is aimless as arrow shaken Sitting adjacent to doodle books full of illustration Now I'm suited like stewardess flying new to this cloud Beautifully found but also full of foolishness now Been on the prowl & barely making it home Embarking across town while dogs barking alone Voice of a lost sound like trees fallen in forest Maybe that's why I keep on running, sprinting important Aye yo Melvin I'm going home now