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Goin outta state tryna get sum on my plate
See the haters jus gon hate but i wont fucking wait
These are memories of a lost soul
An artist w the heart

Vin about to kill again

Ay, woah, bout time that I got this started
Ay, woah
Blood drip on the page I'm an artist
Ay, woah, my soul for the fame

these
broken skies. We're all bullshit artists,
and this is wire tapped soul-searching at it's worst.

Keep Swingin'

Good Charlotte

Youth Authority

2016

That you're never gonna change
Well, artists sell their soul
Bottles of pills, and empty spaces

'Cause you know we ain't got no soul now
Even when

wouldn't believe all the skins I've shed

Soul of an artist, mind of a scientist 
Heart of glass and skin so thin 
I am the full spectrum 
I have all

different 
It cracks as I grow old 
Everyone I ever loved 
Was just a film upon the world 

The dreams of every artists 
The expanding clueless soul 
And all

I’ve known Ninja Brian
Since we were both were babies
I’ve seen the sensitivity beneath those deep blue eyes

Behind the mask
Lies the soul

a fear I can't deny
But age is just a number, let's give this thing a try
We're both artists, souls that rhyme, in a world of color and light
Take my hand

Overseas
Will reach it
Just like how Rizal's training
We can be
Anything
Your mind cages your artist soul
Defeat, still need it
It's not all about winning

years of playin'

But when it comes alive, oh, it's a sight to see
Groovin' to the blues, settin' those souls free
Echos of artists from the past

soul you a cheap artist
Are you ready for the reaper
Are you ready for the reaper

of grunge, eternally sustained

Bridge:
His music lives on, his legacy strong
A pioneer of a sound so wrong
A troubled artist, a tortured soul
In his music, we

begging and pleading for loving
But them women should knew better nobody gonna slow merle down, he's not sticking around

One artist could sooth his soul

memories of a lost soul An artist with a heart which is dark as some coal
These are memories of a lost soul An artist with a heart which is dark as some coal

That's why you what the fuck I want, cause nobody can finish me
The industry; wanted dead or alive
New artist to sell they souls, the way they survive

nobody can finish me
The industry; wanted dead or alive
New artist to sell they souls, the way they survive
The industry don't give a fuck about you
But

was tasted
And wet our lips
Sold our souls
Like starving artists
We were fools
Bought with gold

Who's the girl
With the long, long face
What's that

the one that shapes this soul

Master Artist, chisel at my being
Master Painter, color me Your face
Master Artist, shape me with Your finger
Master Painter,

note
Like an artist through song
Touching your soul

I long to hear your every word 
I need to feel your every note 
Like an artist through song
Touching

the work yea I clock everyday
Cause everyday That I wake up i dont waste my time
Living my life just the way I like
Artist with soul and a peace of mind
Lost

and
All of your foolery
But Imma recoup it
So don't you be stupid and
Think that you're foolin' me
Artists selling souls for the low
That's just the cost

Somebody made a mistake
These artists sellin' their souls, I do whatever it takes
All of my glitter is gold, if it's realer than me then it's fake
Shoutout

Title : Khaya to Khaya
Artist : Save Our Soul Rampeleng
Lyrics : 

[ Hook : One ]

Shiye babo
Wo...Wo...Wo...
Wo...Wo...Wo...
Nomalanga

Shiye babo

U go 4 the click
4 followers
U fcking the artist
U gots no soul
U want it all without paying the dues at all
I can't buy your shit im going to quit
I