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