[00:00.000] 作词 : Ashton Simmonds
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ashton Simmonds
[00:16.593] They won't Van Gogh me
[00:20.815] They hardly know me, might have seen me
[00:24.939] Outside like socially
[00:29.183] My words come out clumsy, make me sound bummy
[00:32.732]
[00:33.468] Thoughts be like poetry
[00:37.643] And when it comes down to it
[00:40.729] Separates me from phonies
[00:45.763] Sometimes it's lonely
[00:51.237] Ha-ha
[00:53.886] The Psilocybin is hitting, welcome back my nigga
[01:02.365] Just a gentle reminder, don't no one love you but you're momma
[01:10.750] Nor should they
[01:16.355] It's beautiful. Just don't stop being you
[01:20.177] It's imperative that you remember this
[01:22.303]
[01:24.390] Used to be ugly
[01:28.140] Now I'm a handsome Charlie Manson
[01:32.103] Wrapped in a snuggie
[01:36.288] Sometimes I'm funny
[01:37.843]
[01:40.818] But if you study
[01:44.842] The rhymes that I dictate in time
[01:48.819] You'll all grow to love me
[01:53.196] Then we'll be buddies
[01:55.447]
[01:59.725] And furthermore
[02:03.445] I would argue that the more they tell you that they hate you the more they actually love you
[02:10.040] The more real estate you occupy within their mind
[02:14.690] I know it's confusing, and contradictory
[02:21.064] But all things are
[02:25.901] It's kind of just life, you know, in its essence
[02:29.448]
[02:36.823] They tryna tell me I'm scaring the whores—What!?

作词 : Ashton Simmonds
作曲 : Ashton Simmonds
They won't Van Gogh me
They hardly know me, might have seen me
Outside like socially
My words come out clumsy, make me sound bummy
Thoughts be like poetry
And when it comes down to it
Separates me from phonies
Sometimes it's lonely
Ha-ha
The Psilocybin is hitting, welcome back my nigga
Just a gentle reminder, don't no one love you but you're momma
Nor should they
It's beautiful. Just don't stop being you
It's imperative that you remember this
Used to be ugly
Now I'm a handsome Charlie Manson
Wrapped in a snuggie
Sometimes I'm funny
But if you study
The rhymes that I dictate in time
You'll all grow to love me
Then we'll be buddies
And furthermore
I would argue that the more they tell you that they hate you the more they actually love you
The more real estate you occupy within their mind
I know it's confusing, and contradictory
But all things are
It's kind of just life, you know, in its essence
They tryna tell me I'm scaring the whores—What!?