Van+Gogh

You done fucked it up this time
You done
I done
I done
Yeah you done
Yeah I done
Yeah you

Living through these paintings
Capture something different just to destroy it (Why would you do that?)
Sculpt a statue just to ignore it (Why? Why? Why?)

What's in the frame it's a foreign name letters I can't arrange
Get these exported clothes put on me back stage
Dior and laurent, I want all of them last names
Picasso and Van-Gogh, block covered in red paint

Graveyard shit those were my brethrens
Dead roses on the floor, fucked her on the floor
Delete her contact now she out of my collection
I don't know that bitch, but she wearing my Rick
Tear drops on these Number Nines if I come second
Bros getting questioned they whole area infested
I cut off my tongue never get confession
I was geeked in the 6 when I first met you
I took that pill with that design on it, now the sky look like Starry Night
Yeah she came alive when I fucked her (Reincarnated yo wife)
She take the same lean as me, we both got an appetite
Seventh Heaven on my back cross me in the afterlife
When the mood lightens like baby I think about you do you think about me like I think About you
Ohh-ohhhhhhhhh

What's in the frame it's a foreign name letters I can't arrange
Get these exported clothes put on me back stage
Dior and laurent, I want all of them last names
Picasso and Van-Gogh, block covered in red paint



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Writer(s): Dave Aguinaldo
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