Testo Had A Little Fight (Fine Arts Sprayout)

It’s fine arts
We don’t want to just grow old
We put bad vibes in a choke hold
It’s fine arts (Ooh)
We’re puffing Jane by the boatload
And living life by our own code

So this is a little part 2 For anyone who’s been in hell, (Ay)
Feel like you live in a cell
Search for a key you can’t stay in this jail

Took an adjustment of my ethos
Telling myself I’ll prevail
You don’t wanna kick yourself when you fail
Man this world will never grant bail for you

Or anyone else
So you grab life by the taking
Start to open up your mind-set
Recalibrating and training
Isolating these dark trends
Routines you start breaking And you move to a point
The time in your life where a permanent smile takes placement

And when I found that out
That problems come, and problems go
Still love for the music stays profound

I’ve accepted life’s got challenges
Seeking the path where the balance is
Sometimes with the cannabis
I’m opening lanes and passages I’m like

Hey, don’t be too serious
Man I’m so done with this deadpan mentality
Be imperious
I try learn from experience
And be cool with the times of weariness
Have the patience of a saint
When I can’t manage it

We just gotta roll with the good times
'cause I don’t know if our timeline flows in straight lines

Keep an open ear we become wise
Knowledge is key so come blaze one to the sunrise

It’s fine arts
We don’t want to just grow old
We put bad vibes in a choke hold
It’s fine arts (Ooh)
We’re puffin’ Jane by the boatload
And living life by our own code

It’s fine arts
We don’t want to just grow old
We put bad vibes in a choke hold
It’s fine arts
We’re puffin’ Jane by the boatload
And living life by our own code

But in this verse I’m only talking ‘bout
How we’re turning up
Fine arts we’re gonna burn 'em up
Brandy glasses we’re slurping on
I’m doing shows so I earn enough

Ain’t losing sight of all my teammates
My family, my pals and all of my people in this free state, yeah

You need some key traits
Have the drive to want make new choices
Fighting back amongst the crowd of these dissenting voices

Never feel the game is now lost
Come join the party with us man
Courvoisier is my poison

Assessing all the plus points not the damages
I raise my drink in thanks and praise
For everybody out there making waves
Flexing in the party gotta handle biz
Doubles on rocks I’m feeling waved
Trying to be thankful for these days

We just gotta roll with the good times
'cause I don’t know if our timeline flows in straight lines
Keep an open ear we become wise
Knowledge is key so come blaze one to the sunrise

It’s fine arts
We don’t want to just grow old
We put bad vibes in a choke hold
It’s fine arts (Ooh)
We’re puffng Jane by the boatload
And living life by our own code