Lyrics

[Verse 1] One day, I got this clip It was from a friend of mine His name is BB he's a writer I met a painter who was talking about art A voice so confident and strong From the heart With the clarity of a man Who goes for experience, in its truest sense You can't create the art sublime In your spare time [Chorus] We all have sparks You compromise in life, but not in art He said [Post-Chorus] (Red boxing gloves) (His punching bag hurts) (His body firm) (He's punching harder) [Verse 2] A part-time painter is the worst The people who arе partly anything They are the worst kind You havе to try to be the whole, you have to sacrifice But the biggest sacrifice is being half His muscles are contracting, they emphasise everything that he is saying No philosophy, just his truth (w a t c h ? v = h C e M g t o R a g o) [Chorus] We all have sparks You compromise in life, but not in art (So sublime) In your spare time We all have sparks You compromise in life, but not in art He said [Post-Chorus] (Red boxing gloves) (His punching bag hurts) (His body firm) (He's punching harder) (Red boxing gloves) (His punching bag hurts) (His body firm) (He's punching hard) [Chorus] We all have sparks You compromise in life, but not in art (So sublime) In your spare time We all have sparks You compromise in life, but not in art (So sublime) [Bridge] (Red boxing gloves) Being trendy means dying a little (His punching bag hurts) You don't have to be hip, you just have to know poetry (His body firm) Anything that stands the turning of time To create the art sublime (It's gonna take more of your time) Seeing modern art, of course as modern as possible They don't want to seem like old fags This is causing all the people to walk past the trees Without seeing art He said