Basquiat

Basquiat in a room of Mona Lisa's Why the world always sleeping on the dreamers Abstract mental Blind to my potential Tryna be more gentle with myself It's like three thousand degrees,feel like an OutKast A rose blooming from concrete, but sometimes still mad at the world I'm human, but don't feel like a normal girl So I tune the world out like Ooooo Not an iG model No coke shape bottle Give a fuck about a unfollow Know this not the shit that go viral Guess I'll never be an Idle Type of thoughts that make wanna Spiral It's like three thousand degrees,feel like an OutKast A rose blooming from concrete, try not to be mad at the world Know I'm human, but don't feel like a normal girl So I tune the world out like Ooooo Not an iG model No coke shape bottle Give a fuck about a unfollow Know this not the shit that go viral