Letra da Música Art Jesus de Aja

Penance, reconciliation
No more abbreviations
These bitches gone with the storytellin'
Ain't no place for interpretations

Requiem for a dream, bitch I'm brahms
Look at my palms, ain't got no qualms
Rather blow steam than drop the bombs
Just kidding - I'mma drop the bombs

Hoes wanna lead the tango
I'm the star of the night, that's Van Gogh
If you don't agree, then you can go
Don't like what you see? Change the channel

Enemies stay tryna barricade
But I storm them, hurricane
Show no mercy, I eradicate
I broke the chains, where my accolades? (Thank you)

Walking Sistine Chapel
So don't get it twisted
I am sweet peach iced tea snapple
Rose from the ashes, stay persistant

These niggas stay on sodium
'Cause I'm on the top of the podium
Bitches hit rock bottom hard
So I get them linoleum

Haven't even hit my prime yet
G7 on a private fly jet
Peter Paul Rubens
Louie Vuitton with the Louie flight set

You know I'mma eat these bitches fastin'
40 days? Lemme hit 400
One last thing
All my shit was self funded

Forgive me, I'm not sorry
Rev the engines on the Harley
Mind games, I am Atari
Paint me, Giorgio Vasari
Came thru hit em with Ali
Now they all wanna copy
Now they all wanna say that they art
Sayin' that I'm cocky
They really Bosley
They were never really angels from the start

I ain't sorry
I never been the sorry type
This ain't confessions
So fuck all of that sorry hype

Our father
Hallowed be thy oddity
Art Jesus
I'm an art commodity

Poof, I am a wizard
Neck stay on blizzard
Iconic style impeccable
It cannot be mirrored

All of these goons is bitter
Truth is I never been a quitter
I got anger problems?
Just a savage spitter

Kinda like Nostradamus
Spread the word, I am Johannes
They couldn't colonize me
Colors the wind, I'm Pocahontas

Booked in Rome, now I'm out in Paris
Never took a day off, Bueller Ferris
Boutta board I'm off to Florence
Hunger games, Jennifer Lawrence

Can't compare where you can't compete
Paved my road from the streets to elite
Finally made it to the top of the roster
Dwayne wade, like I bring the heat

Crew stay strong, we syndicated
Apostles, disciples, indicated
Hood as fuck, yet sophisticated
Doesn't matter, not intimidated

Music on genius, cause I am a genius
Flow like a drug on the intravenous
Piña colada with a lotta piñas
Nut taste sweet, that'll be the weakness

Forgive me, I'm not sorry
Rev the engines on the Harley
Mind games, I am Atari
Paint me, Giorgio Vasari
Came thru hit em with Ali
Now they all wanna copy
Now they all wanna say that they art
Sayin' that I'm cocky
They really Bosley
They were never really angels from the start

I ain't sorry
I never been the sorry type
This ain't confessions
So fuck all of that sorry hype

Our father
Hallowed be thy oddity
Art Jesus
I'm an art commodity

Star point to the birth
Greatest on earth, big net worth
Read it in a book inside of the church

They follow the teaching
Preach so they can stop all the reaching
Screeching, that keyboard is screaming
They can't stop all this gleaming

Yall really wanna slaughter
They wanna see me drown
But I'm walking on the water
Wearing thorns in my crown

Yall really wanna slaughter
I'll reunify me
But I'm walking on the water
You can't crucify me

I ain't sorry
I never been the sorry type
This ain't confessions
So fuck all of that sorry hype

Our father
Hallowed be thy oddity
Art Jesus
I'm an art commodity

I never been the sorry type
I never been the sorry type