Lyrics:
artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Dat way
My bitch is bad and boujee
Calabasas, I was trapping in Coogi
Blue
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon
Visions are making me stay
The artist pretending it's art
The question is where do you pay
Unpack my case one more
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon
Visions are making me stay
The artist pretending it's art
The question is where do you pay
Unpack my case one more
the blues 'bout miss so and so
And her son's got the blue about me
I got mean things
I got mean things all on my mind
Lil' girl, lil' girl
I got mean things
Starry, starry night
Paint your pallet blue and gray
Look out on the summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon
Visions are making me stay
The artist pretending it's art
The question is where do you pay
Unpack my case one more
hand
Caught in a still life
Surrounded by shadows
And lost in a background of blue
If I were a painting
My price would be pain
And the artist
Go get that Lil Wyte album (Yeah)
"Phinally Phamous," in stores now (Yeah)
Frasier Boy new album (Yeah)
"Me Being Me," in stores now (Yeah)
Go get that Lil Wyte album (Yeah)
"Phinally Phamous," in stores now (Yeah)
Frasier Boy new album (Yeah)
"Me Being Me," in stores now (Yeah)
Dear Till Family:
As a recording artist
I have always been interested in word play
My lyrics often reference people, places
And events in my music
got the juice
If you get the blues lil' mama
I got the juice
from heaven on your heart
Through their singing
As an artist, Rhonda Montgomery
Exemplifies piano artistry
That's Rhonda! An artist!
This album
an artist never seen yet with a vision
With a reason
Stared with venom at the ceiling
Not the grass
But straight ahead
Just at the skyline
With
them navy blue uniforms
See them bright and shiny things
Bright shiny things, yeah
The temperature is rising
The fever white hot
Mister, I ain't
navy blue uniforms
See them bright and shiny things
Bright shiny things
The temperature is rising
The fever white hot
Mister, I ain't got nothing
navy blue uniforms
See them bright and shiny things
Bright, shiny things, yeah
The temperature is rising
The fever white hot
Mister, I ain't got
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)
Lucc! What's up nigga?
I'd like to welcome the Western Union
Onto this "Blue Carpet Treatment"
Some player partners of mine
And we gon' show y'all
Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows
just really love Christmas! Two Christmas albums?
Jesus Christ! No pun intended
Am I high? A lil' bit (yeah)
Can I drive? A lil' bit (yeah)
Am I
Well the County Fair left quite a mess
In the county yard
Kids with eyes as big as dollars
Rode all the rides
Strip artists and con artists
Put
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
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