Lyrics:
Willie Moore was a young man, his age 21 and he courted a damsel fair
Oh, her eyes were as white as a diamond after night and a wavy jet black wore
to the listener
It's to the listener
It's to the listeners for those that have a ear for this
State of the art engineered for the mix
Eardrums are
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
are the candle that brightens my heart
You've been my Arc Reactor right from the start
You make me feel like Iron when it comes to my art
You are
the reason why i am the wizard
My mind never clear, my heart colder than a blizzard
My soul filled with art painted by van goh
Is this the start to my
Willie Moore was a young man, his age 21 and he courted a damsel fair
Oh, her eyes were as white as a diamond after night and a wavy jet black wore
know where the ones at
Baby just promise me if you go that you'll come back
[Outro: (x2)]
Believe me baby, Stevie baby
D-R-A-K-Eezzy baby
So do that
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
You're now entering the mind of a broken man
Someone mid defeat
Will he come back
No-one knows
Lets find out
Think I'm sad over a bitch
No, I'm mad
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
him
Why did he test me?
He didn't even know I was hard
I think I'm gon take him by surprise
Hit 'em in his eyes
Broken phone just put in some rice
t-shirts laying on my bed
Listening Stevie Nicks on that broken pick up thing
Was gift not meant to break
Like my heart is was mistake
Do you buy her ice
a retirement
Wearing all black, dressed for a funeral
It was inside of me all along
But it's fucked up
I wasn't ready yet
Hanging by my front trucks
Thunder,
the zip again
Broken the zip again
Fallin' apart, I can't hold it together
All in the art 'cause I won't live forever
I had a direction and split from
We are bruised, we are broken
But we are goddamn works of art
Works of art
The pieces of our hearts are gravitating together but
Before we could
We are bruised, we are broken
But we are goddamn works of art
Works of art
Pieces of our hearts are gravitating together but
Before we could be
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
it's also a piece of art
Dear my Son & my Daughter
Both of my shining stars
Remember where you come from
Remember who you are
Cause the world will do
Moore,
George Moore,
Catch Me Daddy English Moors,
And broken doors,
You live in Keats,
The Liffey littered with Grogan's seats,
And Disorder by Joy
Got an arsenal built to last an eternity
Outro - Eleana Moore
Oh no no no no don’t you let me go
Headed to a place where dreams are sold
Everything
am alive
Imperfectly perfect
The best getting better by far
Magnum Opus who we are
Art
I am alive
Imperfectly perfect
The best getting better by far
chapter, cnd a whole new day
Don't let yourself get all caught up, In places you have been
We are all works of art
We are not broken, these are just scars
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
stop steel
Y'all some fake-thug living tryna get notice by hanging with stars
No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are
We all true
.jpg/225px-R_Stevie_Moore_-_New_York_2013_(10599075054).jpg "R. Stevie Moore")
Discuss these broken art by r stevie moore Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In