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teej, the artist - van gogh / resurfaced كلمات الأغنية

[part i]

[intro: teej, the artist & jxhn gxldie]

la, la
call me van gogh
la, la
teej
whoa, d-mn

[hook: teej, the artist & jxhn gxldie]

don’t compare me to these trap flows. (yah! yah!)
that’s a finger painting to some van gogh, n-gga. (d-mn!)
we are not the same, b-tch i’m psycho. (yah!)
wanna cut my ears off when i hear these n-ggas. (ay!)

don’t compare me to these trap flows. (trap, ay!)
that’s a finger painting to some van gogh, n-gga. (van gogh! van gogh!)
we are not the same, b-tch i’m psycho. (yah! yah!)
wanna cut my ears off when i hear these…

[verse 1: teej, the artist & jxhn gxldie]

they don’t f-ck with my dreads. (they don’t!)
yeah, my presence; they dread. (d-mn)
sh-t, i need a straitjacket and head
wait… just forget what i said
young n-gga leading the way with some lead. (yah! yah!)

and i’m outta my mind, you should know i’m an artist. (ay)
i write so the pain goes away, it’s cathartic. (ayy)
you n-ggas r-t-rded, but pardon my french
you not on the team, just go sit on the bench

all the drugs in your system are fooling you. (ay! whoo!)
all you n-ggas the same like a loop-de-loop (d-mn)
going in circles, like clowns in a circus
you sipping that purple, you lost with no purpose. (purp, purp!)

but i’m not judging. no, no, no
i used to know how it feels to feel alone. (ay!)
i grabbed the paintbrush, and i practiced my strokes
i painted my pain, you can call me van gogh. whoa (ay! ay! whoa. d-mn!)

that’s why i say

[hook: teej, the artist & jxhn gxldie]

don’t compare me to these trap flows. (trap! trap!)
that’s a finger painting to some van gogh, n-gga. (van gogh!)
we are not the same, b-tch i’m psycho. (ay! ay!)
wanna cut my ears off when i hear these n-ggas. (d-mn)

don’t compare me to these trap flows. (yah! yah!)
that’s a finger painting to some van gogh, n-gga. (yah! ay! ouu!)
we are not the same, b-tch i’m psycho. (d-mn)
wanna cut my ears off when i hear these n-ggas. (ay! ay! ay!)

[outro: teej, the artist & jxhn gxldie]

van gogh (whoa. ouu.)
call me van gogh. (whoa, teej)
van gogh
call me van gogh. (van gogh! van gogh! van gogh! van gogh! van gogh!)

it goes:
la, la, la, la, la, la. la, la. la, la. hey
la, la, la, la, la, la. hm. la, la. whoa

[part ii]

[intro: teej, the artist & jxhn gxldie]

n-ggas on your wave, and you…
n-ggas on your wave, and you…
n-ggas on your wave, and you…
n-ggas on… d-mn!

[hook: teej, the artist]

n-ggas on your wave, and you surfing it
used to numb the feels; they resurfacing
yeah, i quit the lean. f-ck that purple sh-t. but…
lucy keep telling me to take a sip

[verse: teej, the artist]

the feelings resurfaced
we buried the hatchet
cremated the ashes
there’s no going back

i look in your eyes
i see you looking back
you’re a pillar of salt
left that taste in my mouth

wow
we had a connection
embedded in webs
of our f-cked up affection

affecting our lives and infecting my mind
see, i just can’t get rid of the poison inside
i changed. call me peter parker. love mary jane
see, my spidey senses told me you’d cause me pain
again and again and again

and lately i been feeling empty
offending those who try test me
so hollow, f-ck following trends
i spoke to josh about meeting my end

but we both couldn’t do it
i focused on music. vendettas on cupid
like, “f-ck love. it’s stupid.”
deuces

[hook: teej, the artist]

n-ggas on your wave, and you surfing it
used to numb the feels; they resurfacing
yeah, i quit the lean. f-ck that purple sh-t. but…
lucy keep telling me to take a sip

[outro: teej, the artist]

this feel like… this feel like déjà vu. this feel like déjà vu. ouu
this feel like… this feel like déjà vu. this feel like déjà vu. ouu
this feel like… this feel like déjà vu. this feel like déjà vu. ouu
this feel like… this feel like déjà vu. this feel like déjà vu. ouu

[epilogue: teej, the artist]

you made me this
so, i made you this
hope to play you this
composed at my almost loneliest

his eternal reminder of a paradise lost
h.e.r. that’s what a paradise
don’t bet on love

- teej the artist

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