Lyrics:
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
who I'm repping ain't no shaming
For the Saviors return, I am awaiting
J-E-S-U-S-I-S, T-H-E-K-I-N-G
J-E-S-U-S-I-S, T-H-E-K-I-N-G
Jesus Christ
Jesus
the nigga that's comin up real thick
I'm a stone funkaholic yet I don't need Schick
Because there ain't another nigga more versatile
DJ Quik been bustin
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
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
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,
of the enchantment Navajo
I have seen your redrock
Canyons out of gallop
I have walked upon your Arizona hills
At crownpoint I watched an artists painting
All
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
To play our feeble hearts
He gives us winks and grins of gold
And that's where the real fun starts
Cause this king doesn't know
That I'm his foe
And i
truth
It's gonna make me sound so superior to us all
I'm looking forward to it
I woke up this morning and God said, "Check the Bible"
I don't know if
fed a family of four
For forty fucking fortnights
Forty fucking fortnights!
I am an artist
Please God, forgive me
I am an artist
Please don
the good that I did was for nothing (ah)
All the good that I did was for nothing
Why don't I just let it be?
I'm thankful to young lovers
New York
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
kiss me
Me beija, kiss me
Me beija, kiss me
Kiss me like that
Oh, yeah man!
Strike me a pose
Don't mind your nose
I'm a bitch
You have pitch
Together we
artist
And everybody knows you by a different name
I didn't catch your first name
I didn't get your last
I didn't hear too much what was said
My
there
I'm becoming old enough to wonder
Happy that I'm still too young to care
Masterpieces crumble, empires tumble down
Refugees and fantasies go
yo what an artist said, they're going
Yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo!
Brad's off twisting a win
And I can't afford to pay the feds
And now I'm never late
You can call me artist (artist)
You can call me idol (idol)
아님 어떤 다른 (다른)
뭐라 해도 I don't care (I don't care)
I'm proud of it (proud of it)
난
Half passed out starving artist
Half passed out starving artist
I'm a starving artist
Starving artist
I'm a starving artist
Special guest artist
Special guest artist
I'm gonna be a musician to complete my mission
cause I wanna be a Special guest artist
I bought an old
it love
artist artist artist
artist artist artist
artist artist artist call it love
you should know "You don't get shit straight if you don
drop
I'm in the middle, and I can't stop
Loving you
And you don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know
How glad I am
I wish I was
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