Lyrics Basquiat - Eimizah

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