[Verse 1]
I read your propaganda
When they say art you reach for your handgun
Every time I'm with you I get a contact low I want to grab my art this bullsh** show
New York City won't ever tell you to go to sleep
You'll k** yourself before you find your bed with some creep
You're like the queen bee with your pickup the drones
You got your movie and the headphones
[Chorus]
Between art vandalism
Between love and cannibalism
[Verse 2]
The high road never really leaves you with regret
But what always feels good to punch a troll when you're upset
So count your blessings while you still got your teeth and hope the bigots find a rock to hide underneath
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
[Chorus]
Between art vandalism
Between love and cannibalism
Between art vandalism
Between love and cannibalism
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa