Unhappy Accidents (feat. Jesse Joel)

Unhappy accidents Look I wasn’t made for this Mixed that titanium white, midnight, But got Van Dyke Shit If life was like a painting it wouldn’t be bob ross ‘Cause happy accidents only confined to his hair-locks I’d like a big platter of daisy delight Getting rid of the darkness and mix in a hint of springtime Indian yellow wrapped around me as a cover It makes me wonder what other things I can discover But maybe I’ll be trying To recreate his mind Let the love be flowing Create something I can get behind One day I’ll be the canvas Which I can paint upon Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong Unhappy accidents Look I wasn't made for this Painted on pink freckles like a constellation Started pacing thoughts racing in my headspace Moved my easel to the window saw the light came out of the shadows Monet fruit bowl Slowly losing control Lost in translation, sweet sensations Painting by numbers is confrontation Trynna be good turns out I’m complicated But maybe I’ll be trying To recreate his mind Let the love be flowing Create something I can get behind One day I’ll be the canvas Which I can paint upon Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong Get in my mind, see that crazy looking light, I Make sure it’s on so I fly when I die, why Right my wrongs I do climb in the fire, shine Like the sun, see the problem’s not in my time Unhappy accidents how could it be That I have mastered them, they always seem to come for me Guess that’s a pattern then, I just want a life on the beach Time for the masterplan, the motion, I’m tired of sleep But maybe I’ll be trying To recreate his mind Let the love be flowing Create something I can get behind One day I’ll be the canvas Which I can paint upon Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong