Van Gogh’s Left Ear lyrics

[Intro]
(Now connected to ZelooperZ)

[Verse]
How sweet the sound when a brush touch a canvas
I gotta live, baby, I can't be famished
I'm just tryna get to my residuals, estatic
Old school telephone, baby gotta patch me in
Morse code b*tch, bee-bee-beep, bee-bee-bee-beep me
Baby, I'ma make you c*m, you can come come skeet on me
I don't know the rule of thumb, my fingerprint bring me cheese
n*gga play with mine, I make him tote and drum down the street
Gotta keep it real with you, I mean:
If I say that sh*t one time, will not repeat
Swear these hoes likе parrots, they be mockin' me
Mom's young jock b*tchеs wanna ride with me
Birdman, pelican, b*tches flock to me
Shh! Close the curtains, commence surgery
Burst up in the b*tch like volcanoes in Hawaii
I'm livin' out my dreams, these b*tches thinkin' I'm sightseein'
Kill the beat, get locked up, they ain't gon' write for me
She like, "You talk so smooth, why you rap so violently?"
Get in the groove, b*tch, you might end up likin' me
Wear her in my [?], now she smiling like Trident
Old school n*gga, you can find me where a fossil is
With the lobster is, where the mobster is, you where [?] is
Last year, b*tch didn't have sh*t to her name
Now her ass fat, helium is the one to blame
n*ggas goofy on the 'gram, that's the cost of the fame
Head enthusiast, she look a boss in the face
What the Peruvian, see it in his face
Big can hit the dope like I sprayed 'em with some ACE
Came in with an Asian b*tch, like Cradle 2 The Grave
Call up b*tch, my name is Z, but I ain't abbreviate it
Went on a hike, now a n*gga feel rejuvenated
Seen where he come from, you would've say you never hate it
Come from the Everglades with the pine she was shaded
Bad b*tch text me "Hey," but I ain't text her back for days
Got home, text her back, she like "Where the f*ck you been?"
Told that b*tch I was workin', she start trippin', can't f*ck with the b*tch again
Wonder where my mind went, I think I shipped the wrong paintin'
Clientele know I smoke good 'cause that b*tch stankin'
I ain't aching, I'm a grade A n*gga, where yo' rank is?
Alright, I pull out the shank, tell me where the plank is
Caribbean, [?]
I'm so high I feel like patient, can't feel ligaments
War on one, goin' out like "Who else leavin'?"
b*tch just wanted the head, she so misleadin'
Uh, she don't want me, f*ck
b*tch wanna hit the head, well, I'm in good luck