Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
Musicians like to seem complicated
But we're not complicated
I can explain it pretty easily
Have you ever been to a birthday party for children
And one of the children won't stop screaming
Cos he's just a little attention attracter
When he grows up to rap Or be a actor
He'll be rewarded for never maturing
For never understanding or learning that every day can't be about him
There's othеr people you selfish assholе
I must be psychotic I must be demented
To think that I'm worthy of any attention
For any of this money you worked hard for
I slept in late while you worked at the drug store
My drugs attention
I am an addict
But I'll get paid to indulge in my habit
It's all an illusion I'm wearing make up make up make up
Art is dead
Art is dead
So people think you can rap how do we get that cash
I said Art is dead
We're rolling in dough while 2pac rolls in his grave
His grave
His grave
I said the studios got a budget
The studios got a budget
And all the poor people way more deserving of the money won't budge it
Cos I want my name in lights
When I could feed a family of 4 for 40 fucking fortnight's
Forty fucking fortnights
I am an artist please god forgive me
I am an artist please don't revere me
I am an artist please don't respect me
I am an artist feel free to correct me
Self centered artist
Self obsessed artist
I am an artist I am artist
But I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid
Kid kid
And maybe I'll grow out of it