Lyrics:
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
His mind is up his sleeve
And his talk is make believe
Oh, Lord, the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's an artist
He's a flim flam man
He's
People know I'm edgy ladder to on a roof,
Don't talk back Rochelle Bloom
Lifeguard muse, image seeing two, toss inner tube
Drowning in my wave face light
of you
You get to love, you have to talk to somebody about a new life
I don't love my wife anymore, I don't love my kids anymore
Missin' out on life,
When I go out with artists
They talk about language and the Cubists and the Dadaists
And I try to catch their meanings
And keep up with all
or hints
For traces of the craftsman's fingerprints
I don't know who made the snowflake
So intricate sublime
But I can spot an artist every time
Oh, I
Talk about the latest band
Talk about things you don't understand
Talk about how the worlds gonna crumble and go and listen to your stomach rumbling
Yeah they thought my time would never come, yeah
Yeah they thought my time would never come
Opium, Opium, Opium, Opium
Bitch look at what I just
You been doin' music as long as you could talk and walk
You work with other artists, but you really don't even need to
You really doin' them
Talk about life, talk about death
Talk about catching every breath
Talk about when, and talk about why!
Talk about do, and talk about don
I don't wanna lose myself in love again
But my heart beat keeps on hammering
I met a little cutie back in sixty six
She used to tie you up
friends don't want to hurt me
But they told me that you burnt me
By that time you were ten miles ahead
(Cause) You're a quick change artist
Never do
You know you don't want it with me
You can talk but soon we gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me
I know you don't want it with me
You know
a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you
My name would be Antonio
And all my bridges I would burn
And when I gave them some they'd know
with me
You talk and soon you gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me
I know you don't want it with me
You know you don't want it with me
You
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
like you small talk
Uh uh, ooh, small talk
Don't let him cry
Don't let him cry, small talk
Don't let them cry
Don't you let any body cry small talk
skin
I worry about the shape I'm in and
Bring me in
I don't wanna be on the outside
Opium
Deals with my pain
Methadone
Deals with my opium
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
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
Frankie M
Clean your eye, there's a sign
There's some time, clean your mind
Frankie M, Frankie M frankie M, Frankie M
Heroin, heroin opium, opium
me addicted
Without you my skin goes white
Oh my
Feed me some more and I'll finally lose my mind
Burn you up like petroleum
You are my opium
You are my
just so far.
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me,
Don't leave me like this, dangling from a star.
You set me all aflame and it's so pleasin',
It would
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