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Van Gogh
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Van Gogh was released on March 27, 2024 by Gwee Rochay Records as a part of the album Van Gogh - Single
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Release DateMarch 27, 2024
LabelGwee Rochay Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guilherme Ribeiro Rocha
Guilherme Ribeiro Rocha
Songwriter

Lyrics

I feel like I'm Jack Frost
Stepped outside and me and my ting both iced out
But them man washed in the head and shoulders
Still couldn't get their lice out
Ran man down with my akhs like Kratos
I'm with a 10, no need for the 9 now
Heart on my sleeve, my body's inside out
I'm doing a total wipeout
That girl was toxic, no Britney
Said she love me, now she gone like a mystery
On the mic cause I wanna make history
Got no beef widda guys like KFC
Central Cee, I don't swing that way
MVP on the beat with a mean goatee
Mock a boy like coffee, no café
Leng one in the back of my car
Hold her neck, play her like my guitars
In her room at night
I don't need Van Gogh to make her see stars
Work of art but it's highs and lows
Back then I put Heinz on toast, beans on bread
Now I'm rapping 'bout money and hoes
No Mozart but I'm making notes
Up and down on my bed like yoyo
Want a piece? You can watch like Mojo
Starry night, man's swerving a transit
Then I woke up like "where did my van go?"
Tropical ting saying she taken
Snapping me like where did her man go?
Jump man with a stick no pogo
Girl put a hole in my chest like Yanko
And if my boy asks for a favour
It's already sorted, red like the flavour
My life's like a library
No matter the story, I got bare paper
I don't wanna chase her
If she ain't interested I'll just replace her
And if you wanna hate on man
Then you can just go F1 like a racer
Gwee Rochay, wear the tech like Stark
Tree Rochay I got wood like bark
Bag a B that's a walk in the park
Got her clothes half off like Primark
Phone low charge so man's in a hurry
Hop in my Uncle's Benz, no curry
Back the 9 and them man just scurry
No drinks but I take shots like Murray
I set the bar high when I drop bars
No bar, I'm sober but them shots I sent it
You'll hear bells like a class just ended
Fist in your face widda arm extended
Ended, you're swerving a Lambo it must be rented
Or dented, no comparison, nah I'd be offended
Blew 10 bags on a night out with a
Leng one in the back of my car
Hold her neck, play her like my guitars
In her room at night
I don't need Van Gogh to make her see stars
Work of art but its highs and lows
Back then I put Heinz on toast, beans on bread
Now I'm rapping 'bout money and hoes
No Mozart but I'm making notes
Spot an opp put a man in a hurse
No Vecna but I put man in a curse
22 yutes got caught on a lurk
A&E, sent my man to a nurse
Bad B widda back come to me and try flirt
Bagged a B, Cadbury for desert
She did it for D way she had man immersed
Broke up, she had to dust her purse
Ps, I got bare like Barney
Put man in a pack, Atari
Calamari, your talk seems fishy
I back this blicki your head's back starry
Van Gogh, that head it was art, B
Chocolate Barbie, colourful fit like a smartie
Gimme that brain
You know I ain't come for the party
No drinks but I got a good taste in whines
Big base, small waist, like a glass of wine
And I never mix knife with crime
But I got a 9 inch in my Calvin Klein
Young G tryna make gold bars off bars
Not bricks from bricks of white
UK rap, UK drill
I guess I don't fit in the stereotype
I set the bar high when I drop bars
No bar, I'm sober but them shots I sent it
You'll hear bells like a class just ended
Fist in your face widda arm extended
Ended, you're swerving a Lambo it must be rented
Or dented, no comparison, nah I'd be offended
Blew 10 bags on a night out with a
Leng one in the back of my car
Hold her neck, play her like my guitars
In her room at night
I don't need Van Gogh to make her see stars
Nah I don't need that, yeah
Written by: Guilherme Ribeiro Rocha
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