Kaan - White Lines lyrics

[Verse 1: K.A.A.N.] And I've got a couple of flows You love my speed and I'm giving you all of my heart Everything that I'm feeling inside don't I confide on the records Repugnant pundits that push agendas and pa** judgment My confidence consequently squandered, I'm being honest These moments never lapse I sit and watch them pa** me But still find time for the craft throughout the mist of madness This mind numbing tactic has now been a major factor What you see as monotonous becomes my daily practice Studied the rhyme but from front to back till I know it all Its every adjective, its every consonant, its every simile, verb, noun, its fortified It's for the soul but it's all composed like a fragile mind [Chorus: LANA DEL REY] White lines, pretty baby, tattoos Don't know what they mean They're special, just for you White palms, baking powder on the stove Cookin' up a dream Turnin' diamonds into snow [Verse 2: K.A.A.N.] And my family worked they whole lives I've seen em struggle and survive That's where I learned the meaning of sacrifice To love someone so much that you put your dreams on the shelf To provide a life for them that you never had for yourself I recall all them nights at deep run, arguments over low funds, roaches inside the dresser But never settle for less All these rappers speak on progression as though they've actually seen it This mindboggling selfishness As though materialistic sh** can fix all your problems in situations and instances I've seen what money does to the soul It muddies it If there's no moral compa** But you've ama**ed an amount of wealth Then invest in a crucifix, an attempt at saving yourself I can tell you it's f**ing hopeless but that would be pessimistic The poster child, for contain negativity, I will never be No longer am I lost in my thoughts, I'm doing the best I can I have to put myself in their shoes, how hypocritical Am I to judge what someone's been through? Or why the act they way they act and do the things that they do It's all perspective We subject ourselves to different vices and my advice is be decisive with decisions you make Don't be overly obsessed Find some balance and truth, everything in due time, it's not as bad as you think The frame you're seeing things through Just multiply it by two, and you'll see a bigger picture than the one you currently view [Chorus: LANA DEL REY] White lines, pretty baby, tattoos Don't know what they mean They're special, just for you White palms, baking powder on the stove Cookin' up a dream Turnin' diamonds into snow [Verse 3: K.A.A.N.] And I wanted to make it I guess but I don't live by the criticisms People will give an opinion they put it upon a pedestal A penny for your thoughts but I never asked for change My work ethics ridiculous and yours is not the same I swear to god and I wrote it all with a pure intention The truest testament with no excess or false aesthetics You couldn't imagine or fathom the effort I'm exhuming My heart and souls in the sh** but yet they force me to prove it Who in the f** would've done it the way that I've done it with all of the pressure No label backing, no facetious claims of independence, no hidden investor This sh** is developed in my mind I pray to god and ask for strength and patience through these times It's to the point that I'm pa**ed insane but it's intertwined 4:30 AM, I'm up and my day has just begun I'm living a life of focus I'm giving you nothing but realness But give it a couple a minutes, I swear you'll hear all my devotion Feel like I'm stagnant I'm running in place All of the time that I've invested have I spent it in vain? Givin you a better effort, shouldn't that work more? Got me thinking to myself what I do all of this for How you complain about the hatred but you accepting of love So I take the good with the bad and I ignore the a**umptions I ain't read comments in years ‘cause they do nothing for me I never take for granted the fact I'm alive It's a blessing [Chorus: LANA DEL REY] White lines, pretty baby, tattoos Don't know what they mean They're special, just for you White palms, baking powder on the stove Cookin' up a dream Turnin' diamonds into snow