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 Thoughts be like poetry And when it comes down to it Separates me from phonies Sometimes it's lonely Ha-ha The Psilocybin is hitting, welcome back my nigga Just a gentle reminder, don't no one love you but you're momma Nor 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 It's kind of just life, you know, in its essence They tryna tell me I'm scaring the whores-What!?