DESCRIPTION:
LYRICS:
I am standing in a room
& the resonant frequencies of my voice are telling you what to do -
BUY MY SHIT
listen to me, I'm cool
I flow sicker than bitches painting with period blood at art school
(Don't be mad that I fucked your dad)
I said that line once a long time ago in a rap
I pulled the video cause I thought it was trash
but despite my efforts, Miracle Gro's still my most successful track
So now I'm remixing it for kicks
& I'm switching up the concept cause I'm a deepass existential bitch
I'll keep the same title so I get the hits
& I'll call this one ART IS DEAD, BUY MY SHIT

Your dick need miracle gro, I'm a miracle hoe
Art is Dead Buy My Shit

Keep your theory out my practice, you wack bitch
Duh I wanna be rich,
but end of the day I'd rather be broke & a savage
That's why I'm still eating scraps in The Attic
& all these faggots wish they were me, even though my life's fucking tragic
I cry harder than outsider artists
I'm estranged
Scene doesn't like me, think I'm retarded (cause I am)
but that doesnt change the fact that I can rap
better than any of these fucking bitches
or any of these fucking men
I'm not your friend
I think you suck dick
Yall a bunch of tryhard weirdos, thinking youre Harmony Korine
Buttress absurd & dark
you guys make flash photography, wannabe Larry Clarks
Rap Game Rothko in this bitch
got no interest in making Warhol pop art for the rich
Cause i'm a deepass abstract expressionist
Doesn't matter
Art is dead
Buy my shit

Your dick need miracle gro I'm a miracle Hoe
Art is Dead Buy my Shit