Lyrics:
some more we always save some
Art nouveau for special patrons
You look nice do you believe in jazz?
Kansas City to Brazil
It even gets you hot in
Harla-lings look back, Josh on the beat
Yeah
Pull up in no riders I'm attacking grizzy
(brr, brr)
Bitch I'm feeling royal out in Kansas City
(out in
that talk, but you posted up in Kansas
That boy Grade F, don't need no Canvas
I don't need my art validated, on a canvas
That boy not gon' get a second
rejected it, i tore through the hardest part
of this art when most neglected it, i poured out
my soul on to the paper and you accepted it
x2
you are my
cause they don't have the answers
Well, I have the tools just give me a blank canvas
Scary to see the talent out of Nowhere, Kansas
A mix of everything
Want some more
We always save some
Art nouveau
For special patrons
You look nice
Do you believe in jazz
Kansas City to Brazil
It even gets you
number one
Fuck your fame, I became the name of a gun
Now the parents hate Aaron because they sons
And daughters wanna be martyrs believing in my art
I'm from Kansas
So I'mma handle this mic like an art jerk
And do a little farm work
Give me a straw hat, give me a beer mug
I'm 'bout to play now
Y'all
Even the redeemer like "I need
To speak to senior", ey!
Every dollar you bury under a tree
All the art that inform how you speak
Little black books
you compromise ya art
You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
First class broads treat ya like a nigga po
You want to say "Wait!" but
the world ya heart
Record label trying to make you compromise ya art
You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
First class broads treat ya like
the gallows pole
When the moon is shining clear,
And these are my final words
That you will ever hear.
I left my home in Kansas
When I was very young,
I
losing
Sweating just water fusing
Desire, faith, execution
Its mind heart, then you do it
Its fine art going through it
This lion heart get you through it
really stink
Man These niggas really rancid
They didnt wanna listen to me because they found out that I was from Kansas
Man at first I was appalled
Hated
grand art
Fendard sans blague c'est rentable
Pampa s'emballe et c'est normal
D'entendre ça comme ça
Du son à la plancha
La ganja du Kansas que t'attends
While you're working as the art director for Huff, my desire is to memorialize the passing of Alfred F
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta red in this cup,
Narcissistic, hard to grip it,
Dark and wicked, arts prolific,
Mars with the stars, this is far lifted
Lyrics quit the bar with it, bar scriptures are terrific
when she ain't around venereal
Let's go
Kutt Kutty Calhoun is the scenario
Kansas City to Oakland
Folks them be like there he go
Tell 'em it's
my canvas
Using my art, not boxed in like Kansas
Live out the life made for you
Heart is the only thing that'll stay true
Don't follow the money,
a Benz
Fall up in the spot now you losing friends
All ya want to do is give the world ya heart
Record label trying to make you compromise ya art
wiggidee rock the Fubu
The official launch the missile
Blow the whistle at the art official
Miggidee mix sure to South Central
Forget you like
Pasadena, Kansas state
Mobb Deep is that truth, liar
College is that fuel fire
Come try me, I show better than tell, Infamous empire
I'm on point like
a Benz
Fall up in the spot now you losing friends
All ya want to do is give the world ya heart
Record label trying to make you compromise ya art
you more like Morbius
Art canvasses
Bitch, I never been where Kansas is
I'm calling Dorothy up, I'm on romantic shit, a five course and such
Keep it
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