Hey kids! Gather around, I want to tell you something
Stop being the print and start being the painting
I’ll never look at this as if it’s a game again
Copies of copies, when did distinction become a sin?
With conformity let’s see how far we can walk in someone else’s shoes,
Because their success is our success
To what ending?
With them you rise, and with them you fall
Without them you are lost
How does it feel to be responsible for being noise pollution?
But you still claim to be original
I’ve seen your kind before
You justify your fakeness by making false claims about your sound and who you are
To what ending?
I’ve seen so many like you before
That’s all you’ll be unless you stop being the print of someone else’s painting
Stop being the print of someone else’s painting
It’s time that you forgot about copycats and chasing tails
Stop being the print of someone else’s painting, because in the end you’ll amount to be a kid without a brush
No one in this generation has any originality
No one is trying and we’re all becoming (with conformity all you will amount to be is) lazy
We’re all lazy
Don’t copy instead of create
To what ending now?
You’ve abused the system and made this a mess, and I can’t help but be bitter
Stop being the print of someone else’s painting
There’s no room for copycats and chasing tails
No one is being anything in this generation
Don’t be that kid without the brush
When I was a young boy my mamma said to me, “Son, don’t be like the other boys. Just follow your own feet.”
I said, “Mamma, don’t you be afraid. Don’t worry about a thing because when I grow up I’m going to be an artist and not a cover girl.”
Don’t be the print of someone else’s painting.
Stop being the print. Start being the painting.
