I went my own way and I painted
I'm your favorite artist, baby
Call me Rembrandt, you're so inspired
Ah, ah
I'm tectonic, moves, I make 'em
Shock you like defibrillators
No style, I can't relate
I'll always be the one, ah
Draw down, yeah
Put the camera flash on
So stylish
Baby, Keer's all gone
Draw down, yeah
Lookin' like an icon
Paint angles, yeah
Yeah, 360
When you're in my art class, do you like what you see?
When you're in my art class, you're just looking at me
I'm everywhere, I'm so Egon
Ah-ah, ah
When you're in the kua b-b-bartin' that beat
666 with a paintbrush streak
I'm everywhere, I'm so Egon
Ah-ah, ah
Bartin' that
Bartin' that
Bartin' that
That school staff slut's the vibe
Internationally recognized
I set the tone, it's my design
And it's stuck in your mind
Legacy is undebated
You gon' jump if Bart Keer made it
If you love it, if you hate it
I don't fucking care what you think
Draw down, yeah
Put the camera flash on
So stylish
Baby, Keer's all gone
Draw down, yeah
Lookin' like an icon
Paint angles, yeah
Yeah, 360
When you're in my art class, do you like what you see?
When you're in my art class, you're just looking at me
I'm everywhere, I'm so Egon
Ah-ah, ah
When you're in the kua b-b-bartin' that beat
666 with a paintbrush streak
I'm everywhere, I'm so Egon
Ah-ah, ah
Bartin' that
Bartin' that
Bartin' that
Ah-ah, ah
Bartin' that
Bartin' that
Bartin' that
Ah-ah, ah
guess feat. ruudje hegger (from "bart" by charli xcx)
Hey, Bart, you there?
Uh-uh
You wanna guess the color of Bart’s painting
You wanna know what Bart’s got goin' on down there
Is it pretty in pink or all see-through?
Is it showin' off his brand-new artwork?
You wanna put 'em in your gallery, pull 'em all down south
You wanna turn this shit out, that's what I'm talkin' about
Pu-pu-pu-put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south
You wanna turn this shit out, that's what Bart’s talkin' about (yeah)
Draw it, paint it, sculpt it, film it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Picture 'em, post 'em, might redraw it
Send 'em to The Dare, yeah, I think he's with it
Try it, bite it, lick it, spit it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Picture 'em, post 'em, might redraw it
Eat it up for lunch, yeah, it's so delicious
(Work it out)
Don't have to guess the color of your artwork
Already know what you've got goin' on down there
It's that lacy black pair with the little bows
The ones I picked out for you in the museum
I saw it when you sat down, it was peekin' out
I'm gonna tell you right now, it’s all I'm thinkin' about
I wanna see it, judge it, check it, lick it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Kiss it, picture it, can I fit it?
Bart likes boys, but he knows I'd hit it
(Knows I'd hit it)
Bart, call me if you're with it
Yeah, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess
Guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess, guess
You wanna guess what me and Bart have been textin' about? (You've been disrespectful)
Still tryin' to guess the password to my Magister Account (Are you obsessed with me?)
You wanna guess the address of the museum we're at (You really are not invited)
You wanna guess if we're serious about this painting