I go hard
I'll whoop yo ass
Yo girlfriend look like my mom
The home where his triumphs and tragedies would play out
My yellow house in the hills, safe full of bills
Saved from the pills, I feel safe from my fears
You wont ever see me cave, I go straight for the kill
Brainwashed to the grave, I hear slaves in my ear
We got stars in the night sky, what you call that
Since a young boy I knew I was all that
Fake ass bitches we gon' hittem wearing all black
Shouldn't ever let me get my clause back
Someone bet on me, I'm a high roller bid
Someone step to me, I shoot high solar winds
Got me screaming at this mic, I'm a bipolar kid
Since a diaper and a bib, I been eyeing up the grid
Say the wrong thing, we gon' make sure that we scatter ya'll
Say the wrong ting, you gon' end up on a splatter wall
Who the f*ck let my crazy ass on Adderall
This my yellow house, everything is supernatural
Were Vincents artistic achievements in the summer of 1888
The sign of a genius who found his path
Or was this feverish activity
Actually evidence of his mental decline
Ben Garosi - MY YELLOW HOUSE (INTERLUDE) Lyrics
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I go hard
I'll whoop yo ass
Yo girlfriend look like my mom
The home where his triumphs and tragedies would play out
My yellow house in the hills, safe full of bills
Saved from the pills, I feel safe from my fears
You wont ever see me cave, I go straight for the kill
Brainwashed to the grave, I hear slaves in my ear
We got stars in the night sky, what you call that
Since a young boy I knew I was all that
Fake ass bitches we gon' hittem wearing all black
Shouldn't ever let me get my clause back
Someone bet on me, I'm a high roller bid
Someone step to me, I shoot high solar winds
Got me screaming at this mic, I'm a bipolar kid
Since a diaper and a bib, I been eyeing up the grid
Say the wrong thing, we gon' make sure that we scatter ya'll
Say the wrong ting, you gon' end up on a splatter wall
Who the f*ck let my crazy ass on Adderall
This my yellow house, everything is supernatural
Were Vincents artistic achievements in the summer of 1888
The sign of a genius who found his path
Or was this feverish activity
Actually evidence of his mental decline
I'll whoop yo ass
Yo girlfriend look like my mom
The home where his triumphs and tragedies would play out
My yellow house in the hills, safe full of bills
Saved from the pills, I feel safe from my fears
You wont ever see me cave, I go straight for the kill
Brainwashed to the grave, I hear slaves in my ear
We got stars in the night sky, what you call that
Since a young boy I knew I was all that
Fake ass bitches we gon' hittem wearing all black
Shouldn't ever let me get my clause back
Someone bet on me, I'm a high roller bid
Someone step to me, I shoot high solar winds
Got me screaming at this mic, I'm a bipolar kid
Since a diaper and a bib, I been eyeing up the grid
Say the wrong thing, we gon' make sure that we scatter ya'll
Say the wrong ting, you gon' end up on a splatter wall
Who the f*ck let my crazy ass on Adderall
This my yellow house, everything is supernatural
Were Vincents artistic achievements in the summer of 1888
The sign of a genius who found his path
Or was this feverish activity
Actually evidence of his mental decline
Writer: Benjamin Garosi
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