Vince Van Gogh

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 My thoughts be like poetry And when it comes down to it, separates me from phonies But sometimes it's lonely Haha, the psilocybin is hittin' Welcome back, my nigga Just a gentle reminder Don't no one love you but your mama Why 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 That's kinda just life, you know? And it's that serious You shoulda told me, "I was sad to hold you" What? --- Vince Van Gogh - Daniel Caesar