Christon Gray - The End lyrics

[Verse 1: Taelor Gray] They say I should feel fortunate But man I don't feel fortunate It's not a real smile if you're forcing it Face made of porcelain, life disproportionate I'm not your typical artist Rapping part time while I'm [?] till the margin This is dire [?] We're getting white garments and vanish like Carmen San Diego, poking out Horus Sans Diego, more like Dora Exploring, the latter from the former Wanna see the ends meet more than the Torah So what keeps you awake? Think the end is looking like Super 8 You better wake up, smell the espresso The Son of God's coming and the Heavens' got an echo [Verse 2: Christon Gray] By no stretch of the imagination am I half man half amazing Could have been all of that and more, had I chased it So glad I waited but why, navigating the sky Tryna find home I feel homeless They are so above the radar While I'm somewhere way far below it Just coasting Man I be wishing that I had what they had To complete the vision But maybe it's the vision that completes me Only time can tell I'm doubting that notion, cause time don't speak So I'm laying in the corner praying my eyes don't leak For real And from Pharell to the Dilla Had me producing from my soul Looper cyclone moving me Through what Moses collected I'm just hoping for that Golden Globe of acceptance Maybe they'll feel me, my motive is reckless But I reckon that the moment that's present never compares to the goal And that globe that glitters ain't always gold Rather new wine, poured into the old wine skin Why then is my soul downtrodden High school dreams of being on Soundbombing And the maybes that followed But answered by the call God gave me to follow The scroll God gave me to swallow Maybe it'll never be big business to you But as long as it's my Father's it's bigger than you Maybe I'll give it a few more tries then say my final adieu Or maybe this is bigger than music Maybe I'm crazy for thinking that the time gon come When the world's record breaks, and mine don't budge Singing good morning forever, shine on sun Maybe the race ain't over so I'm gon run Yeah, Imma run like [?] ran But what if they ain't know of my beckoning Well so be it I'm [?] pressing in Till the end Body Art