Artist: Gym Class Heroes Album: For the Kids Song: Happy Little Trees Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] You are not gonna believe this I was in the back of the painting studio burning happy little trees with Bob Ross You ain't see me? Poundin up my canvas? (Nah) [Travie McCoy] Now who you know leave the scene messier than canvases by Jackson Pollock Throwing multi-colored thoughts at a rapid pace I'll, make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it and get back to me, at your earliest convenience Check my verbal sequence, as I texturize these tracks Seven layers to be exact, eliminate the whack With a firm brush stroke, I emcee paintily Lyricists start crumb-ling from my scum-bling technique As I tweak your audio and visual Keep my drips minimal, messages subliminal Cause me and rap go way back (we back) we compliment So together we enhance one another that's common sense High intensity, catches the eye, your jaw drops Be a real critic, not explicit with false props I keep my darks deep, my lights bright, I'm very thorough with my chiaroscuro inspiration spark and a knife Now watch me rock the spot like Basquiat, minus the heroin I'll make my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn It's kinda scary when, real art gets left behind while they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks But, I remain humble as long as paint swirls Continues spinnin hot shit, on his twin 1200 color wheels of steel, fuck mass appeal Art is art, only the real can truly feel it Open your eyes and listen, combine your ears with vision You do it cause you love it, or for cash that's your decision (That's your decision, yhat's your decision...) But all I know is, money can't buy my thoughts It's like that Aiyyo so I'm saying I was just kickin in the back of the painting studio And Bob Ross came up to me and was like "Yo! You wanna burn these happy little trees?" And I'm like "Yo you the man Bob Ross, let's do this!" (What what what what?) I'm serious man, not lyin!