VAN GOGH'S EAR Lyrics

Humbled,

Rolling over bodies in that tundra

Makeup on my face,

To hide the sadness in my slumber

Tired of idols and my rivals,

Ducking smoke,

I'm here to rumble

I might end up on the news or

Hanging from a noose

That strange fruit taste like Billie Holiday

I'm blacker than the god you hate

The chains of slaves came with hella greys

The skies full of death or great odds

No disguise, here's a snake I ate

Had a belly full of problems, here's my karma

Starving artists in a small-town bracket

And an ass like Janet Jackson,

But her face is plastic

These white fans I never wanted,

Though they love my black skin

Till it's time for passion,

Of the Christ I'm chucking

Doobies at my pastor,

Felt the rapture in his scully cap

Icy, sorta like my veins,

In that window chasing pain

Curing those who come after,

My body's in that casket

Voice raspy cause the blunt smoke

Ash it, then I ghost her

Caught Casper in a denim jacket

Stab him,

All alone in that pale moonlight

If the devil touch my hips,

I'll break his heart by the night