Warhol
I used to think it was renaissance
Life's a fucking Warhol
Breathe
Welcome to the war
It's over now
Over now, eh
It's over now, eh
Sad jazz, tattoos and new bitch, too
I feel like Brad pulled me out IKEA blues
The cuban lit and now these dead beats, too
Let beauty see surface thru heartache and death shit, ooh
'Round my neck, tied, a nike noose
Hold my breath on the side I'm a nice guy, too
A jewel like my heart bleeds on looney tunes
Blood, lust, nostalgia in a ruby hue
Full of spite and dreams with Richard Millie
I mean I'm half asleep while driving
It's a billboard really
Burnin' Pirellis like they spent life sinning
It's just honesty but Christ fully tired with me
City boys rising, my sign of the times
My libra scale's weighing two grams and a mistress
You're tuning in to TNT, payin' homage
The rest of me glowing while the skin is purging
Face on Gildan, a washed legacy loomin'
Go get you a milli then live how the lord wills
I lent a piece of time
She turned into spoiled milk
Still screeching and clawing for ya hand to find
The keys to the condo that I got in ya bitch head
It's up and I miss her, don't get mad
Respectfully vile
But I'm violent this hour
Noclip on the daily
Buddy aim for the jaw
Identity's dead
No face is required
My inner G at trial
My inner G is God
But I'm no Jesus
I'm not Jesus
I'm not Jesus
Meet God in the morning
Tell him you love him
Lie to his face
Love me
Love me
So easy
I need me three kidneys
I need me three bitches to act like I'm baby
To act like I'm baby
I feel like I'm Pink Floyd and its all so tragic
Roughen the Carhartt, girl, to me thats fashion
I guess I'm fucked up but this mic on Parler
So I'm all for talking and I sound like Carter, ay
Vicente the next Cartier and Pablo the next Daniel Craig
I'm so sentimental and its all so tragic
The beats I export they sound like magic
But I feel like Billy Graham when I'm out and waging
The world I live in ain't just for the woke and godless
Pimps
Or feel good rappers
This is real life
Fuck a feel good rapper
I used to think it was renaissance
Life's a fucking Warhol
Lie to his face
Life's a fucking Warhol
It's over now, yeah
Meet God in the morning
Tell him you love him
Lie to his face
Just lie to his face
Life's a fucking Warhol
Breathe
Welcome to the war
It's over now
Over now, eh
It's over now, eh
Sad jazz, tattoos and new bitch, too
I feel like Brad pulled me out IKEA blues
The cuban lit and now these dead beats, too
Let beauty see surface thru heartache and death shit, ooh
'Round my neck, tied, a nike noose
Hold my breath on the side I'm a nice guy, too
A jewel like my heart bleeds on looney tunes
Blood, lust, nostalgia in a ruby hue
Full of spite and dreams with Richard Millie
I mean I'm half asleep while driving
It's a billboard really
Burnin' Pirellis like they spent life sinning
It's just honesty but Christ fully tired with me
City boys rising, my sign of the times
My libra scale's weighing two grams and a mistress
You're tuning in to TNT, payin' homage
The rest of me glowing while the skin is purging
Face on Gildan, a washed legacy loomin'
Go get you a milli then live how the lord wills
I lent a piece of time
She turned into spoiled milk
Still screeching and clawing for ya hand to find
The keys to the condo that I got in ya bitch head
It's up and I miss her, don't get mad
Respectfully vile
But I'm violent this hour
Noclip on the daily
Buddy aim for the jaw
Identity's dead
No face is required
My inner G at trial
My inner G is God
But I'm no Jesus
I'm not Jesus
I'm not Jesus
Meet God in the morning
Tell him you love him
Lie to his face
Love me
Love me
So easy
I need me three kidneys
I need me three bitches to act like I'm baby
To act like I'm baby
I feel like I'm Pink Floyd and its all so tragic
Roughen the Carhartt, girl, to me thats fashion
I guess I'm fucked up but this mic on Parler
So I'm all for talking and I sound like Carter, ay
Vicente the next Cartier and Pablo the next Daniel Craig
I'm so sentimental and its all so tragic
The beats I export they sound like magic
But I feel like Billy Graham when I'm out and waging
The world I live in ain't just for the woke and godless
Pimps
Or feel good rappers
This is real life
Fuck a feel good rapper
I used to think it was renaissance
Life's a fucking Warhol
Lie to his face
Life's a fucking Warhol
It's over now, yeah
Meet God in the morning
Tell him you love him
Lie to his face
Just lie to his face
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Writer(s): Jared Guzman
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