plagued_by_arte

[Intro]

The words of music get confused sometimes

(I know what you think of me)

I know what you think of us

(I know what you think of me)

[Verse 1]

We used to have the house aglow

Outside of the bungalow that's prehistoric

It can be recorded

A slutty Philly's down the spinal bracket

On top of a vinyl jacket so euphoric

Your entity distorted

You'd put weed inside the apple pie

For reading by a candle light and theater groups

Something is the truth

You say you can't leave the rap alone

The reed of the saxophone stays on your tongue

You stay on one and here's the proof

My father's slum was like Beirut

Developed in the ways of life

Around and round the trade routes

Sellin' my career [?] to them whites for an knowing odd

Get accused of a voting fraud by that unknowing god

[Bridge]

I've seen the best minds ever

Fight to death over kitchen scraps

Yeah you can put your roll away

There ain't no guarantee you'll ever get it back

No (I know what you think of me)

(I know what you think of me)

[Verse 2]

What the fuck is wrong with me

You know that this song is free

Nothing can belong to me

Can you get along with me I-

Fuck that I'm plagued by art

I'm writing poems in a Parisian flat

For freestyling in your house where the TV's stacked

[Outro]

(I know what you think of me)

(I know what you think of me)