[Intro:]
Ayyyy-yah
Ayy-yah-yah
Ooooh
Ayyyy-yah
Ayy-yah-yah
One thing about me, is consistency
[Verse 1:]
I feel like hell
I work like hell
I'm doing well
Wish in a well as we proceed
This the next chapter though
Up in the raptors though
Fornicating in the upper sense
Pardon me, I need the present tense
Telling stories, get your lighters out
We hit the head
Nudge on the lead
Disecting all your precious clout
Waveshell by the round
Couldn't rephrase this
Had to reframe this
Posting pictures of the vision
Son of Poseidon has risen
Save the talk, I should show you things
Show more than what these labels bring
Made my own, so now I'm shaping things
[Hook:] 2x
(ooh)
I feel like hell
(aah)
I work like hell
(ooh)
I look like hell
(aah)
Bet you can tell
(ooh)
[Verse 2:]
Save it, save it, save it, save it
Then I make it, make it, make it
Sharing myself when I work in my stealth
I'm a don bitch
I'm a God bitch
Put my beeper on my belt
Hotline, I'm so heated
If I say it then I mean it
Full of it, full on it
Jerk through the town in my vans though
Many mans though and I'm playing every angle
With the hell shit
With the punk shit
I can't even fucking function
[Hook:]
[Verse 3:]
Last line, I gotta kill it
Get the beans and then I spill it
Slaying giants, then I grill it
Milly, Milly, Milly, Milly
Stranger Things act siddity
Excuse the ease, raise my fees
Gotta live a lil' Diddy
Die trying cause of 50'
And you still acting like a naai (poes)
[Reporter:]
In modern times
There is for sure
Whether you take Jackson Pollock
Whether you take Vincent Van Gogh
A romance about the notion of the artist as the person
Whose life is so intense
That it's more than he can bare
And there is always a question of
"Is it a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy ?"
And I think in particularly Basquiat's case
He identified very consciously with these heroes
Who had tragic endings