Call Me Picasso

People try to copy me, they starting to look like clones

Smelling good but way too good, you used way too much cologne

Tryna keep them by my side, I hate being all alone

Last one tried to play me, used me like a saxophone

Way too quiet for the classroom, need to stop the undertone

Vocals better, now they don't sound like I'm using a dictaphone

I was tired of the Android, had to get a different phone

Way too cold for these people like I'm from the Frigid zone

All these lifters call me king, but I feel I've been overthrown

Doing therapy but all my patients using overtone

Blue hair everywhere, all kinda different like polyphones

All similar because they still ain't really full-grown