Lyrics:
signal lights, paid the bills and a traffic fine
Gettin' through these doors that's been so slow
L.A. International Airport
Where the big jet engines
heard an interview on NPR
with a nun whose new book on her daily personal encounters with Mary
had just come out and was expected to be an international
Baby I'm in a state
That got my heart hazy
Lungs hate it
If I smoke
Life's changing
Work hard
Play barely
Here's art
Please pay me
Didn't know what else
on
Sonny D, my fucking brother, Britney, Scott, Chico, EP
Like, Rodney, Rosie, Rozzy, hahaha, Brian, International, Mike Alexander
Marissa, Mira, Art, Ty
(Tim Wilson/Dean Daugherty)
Timothy Wilson Music (BMI)/Admin. by Copyright International/Lowery Music (BMI)
Tim Wilson lyrics
Ricky Tidwell was
down of schools, colleges and universities
No more family gatherings, no birthday celebrations
Music, the arts no more cultural events
Sport events are
When they returned to Canada, she was about starting college; but then her father started beating and maltreating her (it was so bad that sometimes he
*hook*
Shawty I know that you gone slide wit me
She give me that brain graduate Ivy League
And if her man want smoke that's fine with me
Bitch get
to be
I consistently sell my art
I consistently sell my art online and offline
I love a creative minimalist lifestyle
I protect my artwork
I gain loyal
big enough nuts (retreat)
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal
Just an international playa, comin' through your stereo
[Chorus: x2]
3-5-7
the vertebrae, ya big enough nuts, retreat
I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal
Just an international player, coming through your stereo
Ain't no thang but
Ahnnn
Ahnnn
International
She don't want a new nigga
She's all about six figures oh
Shawty a real fine chicka
Sometimes I call her eminado
She blow
Meditate relieve the stress
I'm only planting good seeds
Moon gaze & sun gaze
Make art on sunday's
You'll get it one day
Until then keep goin
it is really a sight
Don't you dare skipping it out
It's the start
It's the opening act of my art
It's the first spoken lines of my play
it's
flying in for shoots
Who made that call all expenses paid for
Im the man afterall we international
Global
I told yall once I was more than a local
Hopeful
I'm sitting here in this coffee shop. Y'know the one there by Allen street. The town is filled with thousands of middle class college kids living off
Noisy neighbor (What?)
Night time raver (Jeez!)
She's got more money in the bank than a bitcoin trader
I went to art college but I'm still out here
Gadi Se Tole Liya
Taekwondo HipHop Dharan Kiya
Batein Jab Desh Ki Politician oar Case Ki
Banda Mai Vehshi International Desi
Verbally Crazy
Hua
of Everyway
No Holidays
That is my work for you
Confidence in my art, for you
Rapping & Singing my verses for you
I don't want to have to, work, for you
Can't
Everybody knows the one and only Dee Dee
Day Daydreaming
Keep up
Are with you me
This eight hour shift
This nine to five
Has me
Neglecting my art
I come apart baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin trouble sure, moving down the line
I come apart baby, but that's OK 'cause
Trouble man, don't get
She's young/ She's wild/ A student at college
She's smart/ She's smart/ She gets off on art & knowledge
She's tatted/ She's tatted/ Even got one
I come apart baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble sure, moving down the line
I come apart baby, but that's OK 'cause
Trouble man, don't get
respect me for it (you gotta respect that)
Ain't gonna say my nose can't be open (I may never say never)
Right now it's just too many fine ladies out
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