Lyrics:
again I
Would have gone to the Art Institute
Over the American Academy of Art
I would have researched where I could have
Got the best and the strongest
arepas de la abuela, our post-colon
art of resistance? can't the deep structure of
our food be how we were never kings, in the
flavor of our needs, in
The root or the problem, the cancer or the sickness
Tried to identify but I couldn't get another witness
I said I'm fine, I
Will get better with time
I
the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad
But social circles spin too fast for me
My "hobohemia"
the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward)
But social circles spin too fast for me
My
the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad
But social circles spin too fast for me
My "hobohemia"
a name on the place, just a hole up there in the sky
Right across from the Wynn Seale Arts Academy
Cash only. You ask for Ms Gonzalez, baby
You tell her
a name on the place, just a hole up there in the sky
Right across from the Wynn Seale Arts Academy
Cash only. You ask for Ms Gonzalez, baby
You tell her
missed the 'Beaux Arts Ball'
And what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where
They honored Noel Coward
But social circles spin too fast for me
missed the 'Beaux Arts Ball'
And what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where
They honored Noel Coward
But social circles spin too fast for me
the Beaux Arts ball
And what is twice as sad
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Ca’ad
But social circles spin
too fast for me
My “hobohemia” is
the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward)
But social circles spin too fast for me
My
missed the 'Beaux Arts Ball'
And what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where
They honored Noel Coward
But social circles spin too fast for me
this time
I'm like that's fine
Smoke a spliff and ease my mind
If I did It wasn't me
Sex and apologies please pardon
Who's she
Who's he
Wasn't me wasn't
the mali and Libyans at academy
Nuff teachers said I wouldn't that make it now Im laughing at your salary
This shit that you make in a month
I burn through
we was holding
I told my friends we will be fine
We ain't commit any illegal crime
We just headed to the Central Park
Just to ease our mind
Just tryna
missed the 'Beaux Arts Ball'
And what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where
They honored Noel Coward
But social circles spin too fast for me
the Beaux Arts Ball
And what is twice as sad
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Ca'ad
But social circles spin too fast for me
My 'Hobohemia' is
missed the 'Beaux Arts Ball'
And what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where
They honored Noel Coward
But social circles spin too fast for me
Trying to sedate me like it's
Crackhead central
When sane be detrimental
Blatantly watch over shoulder
Backstabbers they constantly
Same running shit
essential
She's just worried about me
Worried about me turning mental
Long trips to central
To create art
You need to create a stencil
Rub it out so I write
the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward)
But social circles spin too fast for me
My
the Beaux-Arts Ball
and, what is twice as sad,
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Caaahd
But social circles spin too fast for me
My Hobo-hemia is
the Beaux-Arts Ball
And, what is twice as sad,
I was never at a party
Where they honored Noel Caaahd
But social circles spin too fast for me
My Hobo-hemia
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