[Verse 1] You call it a “cute little hobby” I call it taxes and a gallery show You see glitter in my stories I see contracts Deadlines Go go go Paint on my jeans Black card in my coat I hang feelings on white walls Then they hang up “sold” [Chorus] Baby That’s art Signed with my name on the corner From the mess in my chest to the donors Every line Every scar Baby That’s art Turned the voice in my head to a paycheck Turned the doubt in your eyes to a flex Yeah From the heart to the chart Baby That’s art [Verse 2] You say “must be nice Just vibing” While I’m framing storms from inside my skull Breakfast is critique and coffee Dinner’s openings and eye-rolls You see champagne I see strategy They toast the piece I toast surviving me [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] First they laugh Then they lurk First they shrug Then they study my work First they “aww ” now it’s “auction next March?” (oh) Funny how the world learns How to spell your worth When you live your truth loud in the dark Baby That’s—[crescendo] [Chorus]
