[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