Unhappy accidents
Look I wasn't made for this
Mixed that titanium white, midnight, But got Van Dyke
Shit
If life was like a painting it wouldn't be bob ross
'Cause happy accidents only confined to his hair-locks
I'd like a big platter of daisy delight
Getting rid of the darkness and mix in a hint of springtime
Indian yellow wrapped around me as a cover
It makes me wonder what other things I can discover
But maybe I'll be trying
To recreate his mind
Let the love be flowing
Create something I can get behind
One day I'll be the canvas
Which I can paint upon
Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong
Unhappy accidents
Look I wasn't made for this
Painted on pink freckles like a constellation
Started pacing thoughts racing in my headspace
Moved my easel to the window saw the light came out of the shadows
Monet fruit bowl
Slowly losing control
Lost in translation, sweet sensations
Painting by numbers is confrontation
Trynna be good turns out I'm complicated
But maybe I'll be trying
To recreate his mind
Let the love be flowing
Create something I can get behind
One day I'll be the canvas
Which I can paint upon
Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong
Get in my mind, see that crazy looking light, I
Make sure it's on so I fly when I die, why
Right my wrongs I do climb in the fire, shine
Like the sun, see the problem's not in my time
Unhappy accidents how could it be
That I have mastered them, they always seem to come for me
Guess that's a pattern then, I just want a life on the beach
Time for the masterplan, the motion, I'm tired of sleep
But maybe I'll be trying
To recreate his mind
Let the love be flowing
Create something I can get behind
One day I'll be the canvas
Which I can paint upon
Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong
L A A R - Unhappy Accidents (feat. Jesse Joel) Lyrics
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Unhappy accidents
Look I wasn't made for this
Mixed that titanium white, midnight, But got Van Dyke
Shit
If life was like a painting it wouldn't be bob ross
'Cause happy accidents only confined to his hair-locks
I'd like a big platter of daisy delight
Getting rid of the darkness and mix in a hint of springtime
Indian yellow wrapped around me as a cover
It makes me wonder what other things I can discover
But maybe I'll be trying
To recreate his mind
Let the love be flowing
Create something I can get behind
One day I'll be the canvas
Which I can paint upon
Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong
Unhappy accidents
Look I wasn't made for this
Painted on pink freckles like a constellation
Started pacing thoughts racing in my headspace
Moved my easel to the window saw the light came out of the shadows
Monet fruit bowl
Slowly losing control
Lost in translation, sweet sensations
Painting by numbers is confrontation
Trynna be good turns out I'm complicated
But maybe I'll be trying
To recreate his mind
Let the love be flowing
Create something I can get behind
One day I'll be the canvas
Which I can paint upon
Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong
Get in my mind, see that crazy looking light, I
Make sure it's on so I fly when I die, why
Right my wrongs I do climb in the fire, shine
Like the sun, see the problem's not in my time
Unhappy accidents how could it be
That I have mastered them, they always seem to come for me
Guess that's a pattern then, I just want a life on the beach
Time for the masterplan, the motion, I'm tired of sleep
But maybe I'll be trying
To recreate his mind
Let the love be flowing
Create something I can get behind
One day I'll be the canvas
Which I can paint upon
Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong
Look I wasn't made for this
Mixed that titanium white, midnight, But got Van Dyke
Shit
If life was like a painting it wouldn't be bob ross
'Cause happy accidents only confined to his hair-locks
I'd like a big platter of daisy delight
Getting rid of the darkness and mix in a hint of springtime
Indian yellow wrapped around me as a cover
It makes me wonder what other things I can discover
But maybe I'll be trying
To recreate his mind
Let the love be flowing
Create something I can get behind
One day I'll be the canvas
Which I can paint upon
Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong
Unhappy accidents
Look I wasn't made for this
Painted on pink freckles like a constellation
Started pacing thoughts racing in my headspace
Moved my easel to the window saw the light came out of the shadows
Monet fruit bowl
Slowly losing control
Lost in translation, sweet sensations
Painting by numbers is confrontation
Trynna be good turns out I'm complicated
But maybe I'll be trying
To recreate his mind
Let the love be flowing
Create something I can get behind
One day I'll be the canvas
Which I can paint upon
Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong
Get in my mind, see that crazy looking light, I
Make sure it's on so I fly when I die, why
Right my wrongs I do climb in the fire, shine
Like the sun, see the problem's not in my time
Unhappy accidents how could it be
That I have mastered them, they always seem to come for me
Guess that's a pattern then, I just want a life on the beach
Time for the masterplan, the motion, I'm tired of sleep
But maybe I'll be trying
To recreate his mind
Let the love be flowing
Create something I can get behind
One day I'll be the canvas
Which I can paint upon
Unhappy accidents, are not where I belong
Writer: Christine Meijer, Jesse Smit, Larissa Reinink
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: L A A R
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Christine Meijer, Jesse Smit, Larissa Reinink