Cameron London - Mosaic Lyrics

It look good but you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't think
That it's worth your time
So I wonder why you think it look good
But you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't see
That it's worth your time
Broken and twisted
Distorted like this recording
Plans failing today
The future will be rewarding
Noticing my visions have subtly been contorting into omens
If caged birds sing, I'll take the warning
Cause the early bird get to the worm on the coldest mornings
My canvases remain abstract
But some deforming
Blood, sweat, heart, and my soul in my recordings
Accolades the lowest tier of what's rewarding to me
I confess
I'm impressed by some foolishness I see
I progress
I express my internal need to please
Through my art, some will never start
But I'm blessed that I can serve most of this a la carte
Strip away my music and how much of me is left
Think I'd stay the same but I'm counting all my steps
Just cause it's broken don't mean the beauty is gone
I'll be doomed to keep making my art alone
It look good but you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't think
That it's worth your time
So I wonder why you think it look good
But you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't see
That it's worth your time
This thing is far from picture but still deserve a frame
Set the bar but is worth how your beauty causes pain
Need a jar to hold the pieces, the canvas has a stain
You created in anger and I think that it should remain
Right there
For the world to see
That it's just what it's supposed to be
Had to let you get close to me
Cause the potency
Of this shock pump dopamine
Right to my brain
What can I change
You said this not your thing
Well if fortune brings the fame
Will this little birdie sing of past in a positive note
Like God in his quotes
My speech pump cognitive dope
Trynna swim and stay alive
Passing bombs as I float
My brush in hand, counting stars as I stroke
Don't seek out the press
Cause some speeches will have you dead right at your easel
Shell of a man but I place hope into my people
Please don't touch, the art's feeble
Cause it contains a soul and the power it wields' lethal
It look good but you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't think
That it's worth your time
So I wonder why you think it look good
But you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't see
That it's worth your time

It look good but you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't think
That it's worth your time
So I wonder why you think it look good
But you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't see
That it's worth your time
Broken and twisted
Distorted like this recording
Plans failing today
The future will be rewarding
Noticing my visions have subtly been contorting into omens
If caged birds sing, I'll take the warning
Cause the early bird get to the worm on the coldest mornings
My canvases remain abstract
But some deforming
Blood, sweat, heart, and my soul in my recordings
Accolades the lowest tier of what's rewarding to me
I confess
I'm impressed by some foolishness I see
I progress
I express my internal need to please
Through my art, some will never start
But I'm blessed that I can serve most of this a la carte
Strip away my music and how much of me is left
Think I'd stay the same but I'm counting all my steps
Just cause it's broken don't mean the beauty is gone
I'll be doomed to keep making my art alone
It look good but you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't think
That it's worth your time
So I wonder why you think it look good
But you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't see
That it's worth your time
This thing is far from picture but still deserve a frame
Set the bar but is worth how your beauty causes pain
Need a jar to hold the pieces, the canvas has a stain
You created in anger and I think that it should remain
Right there
For the world to see
That it's just what it's supposed to be
Had to let you get close to me
Cause the potency
Of this shock pump dopamine
Right to my brain
What can I change
You said this not your thing
Well if fortune brings the fame
Will this little birdie sing of past in a positive note
Like God in his quotes
My speech pump cognitive dope
Trynna swim and stay alive
Passing bombs as I float
My brush in hand, counting stars as I stroke
Don't seek out the press
Cause some speeches will have you dead right at your easel
Shell of a man but I place hope into my people
Please don't touch, the art's feeble
Cause it contains a soul and the power it wields' lethal
It look good but you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't think
That it's worth your time
So I wonder why you think it look good
But you don't see
The little pieces that I broke away from me
I worked hard so I hate that you don't see
That it's worth your time