Lyrics:
yo what an artist said, they're going
Yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo!
Brad's off twisting a win
And I can't afford to pay the feds
And now I'm never late
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting sistine
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting Sistine
When I get too on ya
And I wanna call ya
With late night feelings
When I get too on ya
And I wanna call ya
With late night feelings (what you,
think
Child
Loveshine like a fading sky
She holds one love, the sky
A man will beg a man will crawl
But it's never too late to take his call
It's no
out the night
There's a cast of thousands waiting
As she turns out the light
But it's too late, too late, too late
(Too late) too late for love
out the night
There's a cast of thousands waiting
As she turns out the light
But it's too late, too late, too late
(Too late) too late for love
concentrate, against the clock I race
Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace
Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in
forever going on
The airwaves of the nation
Between midnight and the dawn
Late night radio
Take it everywhere I go
My best friend when I'm lonely
Is
And the Indian sun is rising
Instead of going down
Navajo, Navajo
The people call the people from
Ten thousand years ago navajo, Navajo
From the land
and tortured artists
All looking for the starry night
And how many missed it
In the sea of glowing lights?
Words escape my mind
Pass the tape, rewind
Best friend when I'm lonely
Is my late night radio
La La La I sing along
'Cause I never know the words
La La La La La La La La La
I'd love to call
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She can take
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
With late night feelings
When I get too on ya
And I wanna call ya
With late night feelings
On and on and on
Feeling on and on
On and on,
in the darkness
Late nights Lower East side apartments
But the night is impossible to harness
Soon as comes it departs us
Couldn't stay and love
to
So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to
My baby's fly like a jet stream
High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new
So
I-I-I be on that late night shit
They going cozy for the DJ when he play the shit
They be on that late night shit
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock,
You used to call me on my
You used to, you used to
Yeah
You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my
I had a man
Let's call him Sam
And Sam will never understand
How we live, we are the artists
You gotta know once you dip your toes in the ocean that
(Night after night)
(Want to make it last all night)
(All mixed up inside)
(With late night feelings)
(With late night feelings)
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