Darius Rucker – My Masterpiece Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was born with a heart with a beat like a rolling stone
Never did I realize where I was supposed to belong
I never knew what I was meant to do
I never made sense to me 'til I made sense to you

[Chorus]
I never had a silver spoon
I didn't grow up in a castle
I never walked on the moon
I'll never paint a Sistine Chapel
I can't play piano like Ray Charles
But, baby, when my life is through
I hope thеy say my masterpiece is lovin' you
Yеah, lovin' you, babe
Lovin' you, babe

[Verse 2]
Girl, I swear your hazel eyes are making me feel
Like Picasso never had that color in his wheel
If I wrote the song, your name would be Georgia
And you'd be on my mind
Like a starry night, our love will stand the test of time

[Chorus]
I never had a silver spoon
I didn't grow up in a castle
I never walked on the moon

I'll never paint a Sistine Chapel
I can't play piano like Ray Charles
But, baby, when my life is through
I hope they say my masterpiece is lovin' you
Yeah, lovin' you, babe
Lovin' you, darlin'
[Bridge]
So get a little closer, baby
I wanna take my time, wanna take all night
So get a little closer, darlin'
Wanna keep on workin' 'til I get it right

[Chorus]
I never had a silver spoon
I didn't grow up in a castle
I never walked on the moon
I'll never paint a Sistine Chapel
I can't play piano like Ray Charles
But, baby, when my life is through
I hope they say my masterpiece is lovin' you
Lovin' you, baby, yeah
Lovin' you, darlin'
Lovin' you, babe
Lovin' you, I hope they say it all the time now
Oh, baby, I'm lovin' you
Lovin' you, babe

The Same Sun – Downtown Graffiti lyrics

Hood up, ski mask over my face
A backpack full of spray paint
Time to light up the place
About to claim another unmarked territory
No one in sight, no one to fight to attain the glory
Every time I try to describe the feeling
I picture Michelangelo looking at a blank ceiling
And this bridge is my Sistine Chapel
A place to break free from society’s grapple
Clean slate, fresh start, blank canvas
Changed heart, new lover to dance with
Bridge to bridge, story to story
But I never regret or forget what each did for me
R.O.I. so rewarding
But the businessman doesn’t see it worth extorting
To money, is where they try to lead me
But I measure success in terms of downtown graffiti

They don’t treat me as Picasso
You’ll find that we’re one in the same once you connect the dots, though
Just because I don’t paint the same style
Doesn’t mean I have to change my shoes to walk another mile
After all, they still fit me pretty well
When I fall, they still lift me up to give my city hell
Built to last, still filled with class
Meant for the concrete jungle and broken glass
They still think that they’re killing me
Still feel the need to breed more hostility
I live for this
Aerosol fuels the fire
Your rain cannot contain my electricity in the wire
So, please be my guest to deceive me
A plate full of hate and I’m still saying, “feed me”
A vandal—that’s how they all perceive me
But check out the beauty of my downtown graffiti

It’s not just art, it’s architecture
You’re standing on the bridge that I designed for the art lecture
It’s versatility; test my capabilities
Your glass bubble doesn’t show the endless possibilities
You’re on the sidelines following the guidelines
Your philosophy on life does not allow you to define mine
Still think it’s all folklore
Well step in to understand what the metaphor stands for
Take some time, see yourself as the artist
You might see what it’s like to be a part of this
So come and meet me
I’ll be feeding the needy
Just look around downtown for my graffiti