Yawp - Big Ups

How many times are you gonna be a portrait still

You’re the point of perfection

Drift myself through the forest so many times

But always come out with something missing

And now I do it so seductive

And ultimately reductive

I twist and turned brass

Fall out to the glass and it’s so strong

It burns the back of my throat

Contradiction

How contradictive

I’m a contradictive

I contradict myself

How many times are you gonna be a portrait still

You’re the point of perfection

Drift myself through the forest so many times

But always come out with something missing

And I flew so high

So high it makes me dizzy

Now I do it so seductive

And ultimately reductive

I twist and turned brass

Fall out to the glass and it’s so strong

It burns the back of my throat

Contradiction

How contradictive

I’m a contradictive

I contradict myself

Got to the room

Get all your gallery

Got to the roof

Show what you got

Got to the rooftop

Let out yawp

Got to the rooftop

Let out yawp