[Verse 1]
A mother's love's the only thing that's constant
And purpose serves what we place upon it
A thing is a thing not what you call it
Whether it's loved, hated, celebrated, demonic
Hate is an equation that is not worth solving
'Cause hate breeds a love that is ever-evolving
It shines like sun around which we're revolving
Engaging with the come-up but the hustle is haunted
Follow your calling, Sonny, follow your calling
Your mother is calling, your mother is calling
Sun, rain, time, light, 20-20 hindsight
Sunny, Sonny, Sunny, Sonny, put you in the limelight
Ask me what my life's like, what it's like to die twice
Live for a millennium then wither like a zeitgeist
Fishnets and french women leave it all on the bed linen

[Chorus]
If you peel back all my skin, you'd see I'm a real work of art
(Work of art, work of art, work of art, work of art)
If you peel back all my skin, you'd see I'm a real work of art
(Work of art, work of art, work of art, work of art)
If you peel back all my skin, you'd see I'm a real work of art
(Work of art, work of art, work of art, work of art)
If you peel back all my skin, you'd see I'm a real work of art
(Work of art, work of art, work of art, work of art)

[Post-Chorus]
The parts of me that people understand
Are reconstructed pieces of my head

[Verse 2]
You like a man with calloused hands
And good dick when you need it
And I like a girl that speaks in French
And sleeps in fishnets in the evening
Oh, I'll paint your legs long like Mississippi river
You can paint all my scars like windows with a view
Darling don't encourage this, this self-affirming circus
Everyone's a hollow shell searching for a purpose
I want ownership over my flaws, stories behind all my scars
The value of a thick skin's the value of teeth to a shark

[Chorus]
If you peel back all my skin, you'd see I'm a real work of art
(If you peel back all my skin, you'd see I'm a real work of art)
If you peel back all my skin, you'd see I'm a real work of art
(If you peel back all my skin, you'd see I'm a real work of art)
If you peel back all my skin, you'd see I'm a real work of art
(If you peel back all my skin, you'd see I'm a real work of art)

[Post-Chorus]
The parts of me that people understand
Are reconstructed pieces of my head
'Cause if you saw the shit that's in my head
You'd pull a pistol, shoot me, kill me dead
Cheatin' fuckin', smokin', drinkin'
Impulse huggin' inhibition
Cold turkey sober livin'
Wild turkey, all I'm thinkin'
Paint me like a motherfuckin' French girl

[Outro]
It's sunny, Sonny