Basquiat

Yeah sure, you might talk a lot
All that air is hot, you're not Basquiat, no
So come meet me in the parking lot
We'll see what you got, come on take your shot, whoa
Whoa
Pacifism's getting boring
So I make the rules as I go
Paint a picture in my head right now, red
I said it's going down

I see it going down
I said it's going down
I see it going down

The shit that you say holds up like paper mache left out in the rain
Still sitting in silence, no violence, just fantasize in my brain
I string you out over the concrete like my dirty laundry
Like my middle name's Jean-Michel
You've been working that jawbone, leave me alone
Got me feeling like I'm Riding With Death
Oh well

Pacifism's getting boring
So I make the rules as I go
Play a movie in my head right now, red
I said it's going down

I see it going down
I said it's going down
I see it going down

Pain for patience
I wanna make that trade tonight
I found my own aggression
I think I finally see the light
Pain for patience
I wanna make that trade tonight
I found my own aggression
I think I finally see the light



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Writer(s): Echo Goza, Ethan Robert Rose, Samuel Brody Schimek, Vinay Garg Kshirsagar
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