Art God

Aja

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Pretty, beautiful, another adjective
Let’s go ahead and add another additive
The feeling of love is so addictive
But losing love is so vindictive
When everybody all around leeching blood by the pound
Vampires ghosts abound they ain’t making any sounds
They ain’t making any sense
Yeah, that’s present tense
Enough of this tension I’m ready for ascension
I’m about to blast off to another dimension
Rip through the portal like bitch I’m immortal
Where are the art gods I let out a chortle
It’s happy it’s sad I can’t tell the difference
I’m in my emotions this is deliverance

I am an art God I am da Vinci
I am chosen
No need to convince me
I am an art God
I am an art God
I am an
I am an
I am da Vinci
I am an art God I am da Vinci
I am chosen
No need to convince me
I am an art God
I am an art God
I am an
I am an
Fuck with Schawinsky

Adrenaline gentleman
But I’m so feminine
Feeling so stripped of all of my melanin
I’m not a specimen this is my regimen
Already told you there’s no comparison
Adrenaline gentleman
But I’m so feminine
Feeling so stripped of all of my melanin
I’m not a specimen this is my regimen
Already told you there’s no comparison

I’m back
I’m on another level
I got a problem imma start with several
I’m here for your soul, like I was the devil
Feelings are hurt we call that disheveled
Bitch I am Mozart I am baroque art
I am a loner I fuck with my own heart
I do not smile I am Mona Lisa
Heart can’t be rented it’s not on a lease-uh
Had to evict you this house was on fire
Dressed in your crying boy attire
The last supper but it was prior
You were like Saturn but also a liar
You were my Judas you were my Brutus
You tried to dethrone me you were no Buddhist
Don’t act Confucius you not confused
You look like a clown but I’m not amused
Tried to abuse me tried to accuse me
But in the end you’d only lose me
I’m not cryin’ I’m still flyin’
Don’t send me a text I’m not replyin’

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Haha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha

I am ethereal call that imperial
Amoxycillin you are bacterial
High standards I am criterial
I jerk off when I write new material
Bitch I came (haha!)
97 figures over my name
Fuck the entire hall of fame
My success is whatever claim
I spit the bars I set them too
Fuck all the bullshit that I went through
I let it define me but not defy me
I’m fucking magic call me Hermione
Resilient, brilliant, both my traits
I don’t need pawns to yell checkmate
On my next turn, open the hell gate
Open the gods, my cellmates

I am an art God I am da Vinci
I am chosen
No need to convince me
Abstract as fuck, just like Kandinsky
Composing my life I fuck with Schawinsky

Adrenaline gentleman
But I’m so feminine
Feeling so stripped of all of my melanin
I’m not a specimen this is my regimen
Already told you there’s no comparison

Head in the clouds, Creation of Adam
Head of the opera, I am the phantom
I am the robber I steal the show
Look at these diamonds I’m dressed up as snow
Wearing Cavalli, dressed up as Dalí
Salvador speedin’ in a Ferrari
Am I Klimt or am I Kahlo?
Doesn’t matter I am a hallow

Hey, haha, go home
This is really fucking dramatic
I’m ‘bout to start crying
Imagine I really started crying right now
This is the part where you start crying
Can you hear me crying?

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