They won′t Van Gogh me

They hardly know me

Might've seen me outside like sociallyMy 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 hitting

Welcome back, my nigga

Just a general reminder

Don't no one love you but yo' 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 ′oughta be part of in 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?