Lyrics:
Salvador
Que não seguiu o Olodum balançando o Pelô
E que não riu com a risada de Andy Warhol
Que não, que não e nem disse que não
Eu sou um preto
can host a paint and sip for like forty
The Warhols on my wall paint a war story
Had to find other ways to invest
'Cause you rappers found every way
I'm already home)
(Hey, I'm already home)
(Hey, I'm already home)
I'm in the hall already, on the wall already
I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol
the clothes
They keep us natives on our toes
Albee!
Warhol!
Kurosawa!
Then they read the books
And go to the shows
And swamp the saloons
Wearing all
Yeah
Andy Warhol said, "In the future, everybody will be famous"
No, he said, "Everybody will be world-famous for fifteen minutes"
For fifteen
this bitch?"
I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit
For the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit
Go retarded as shit, you go sweet tangy
the pain, I'm paintin' you all my sins
Warhol, Art Basel how it's so soft
More raw 'til Hov cut the 'fro off
Glidin' through the city to my place (my
to do it
When I say it then you see it, it ain't only in the music
Basquiats, Warhols, serving as my muses
My house like a museum so I see 'em when I'm
a swimming pool
Fill it up with Warhols
It would be so cool
Coulda gone buyin' estates in the countryside
With a pack of great things
Kissing eye to eye
We
Went from sellin' dope so now I'm into art
Hangin' on a nigga wall, I see a brainwash
Fuck a Rolls Royce, I went and bought a Basquiat
Andy Warhols
on a nigga wall, I see a brainwash
Fuck a Rolls Royce, I went and bought a Basquiat
Andy Warhols all throughout my mamma house
Burn, burn, they wanna see you
Yeah
Andy Warhol said, "In the future, everybody will be famous"
No, he said, "Everybody will be world-famous for fifteen minutes"
For fifteen
what a villain is
I need Warhol, Dahlis, hanging off the ceiling
Basquiats, money knots, loaded Glocks for sinners
Guard dogs, snipers on the roof,
cadaver
Bring me the head of Andy Warhol
Bring me the head of Andy Warhol
Nightmares shapeshift into oblivion
You have not even seen the last of me
Siento que me elevo
Las pistolas de warhol
Sin munición
Se nubla en mi cerebro la situación
Rodeado por miradas
Algo difuminadas
Y admito los
That Andy Warhol was right
Now she got fifteen minutes on her side
She says life is like orange juice that tastes like tin
And she feels like
por el auto stove
R Raffaella Carrà
S Studio 54
T Topacio Fresh
U Underground La Velvet Underground y Puerto Hurracos
V Las Vegas
W Warhol
It's War and Tracy
Yeah, Tracy, Warhol, Tracy
What bitch should I choose?
Finger the money like pussy
Finger the money like pussy
Ooh, Bi-Bighead
noticed
Up on a white wall
I keep twisting the image 'til I'm not myself at all
'Cause you love Andy Warhol
So there it is, another me
A Hitchcock
to tell
I'm the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo
Futurista
Porque o mundo, ele é assim, ele é nossa conquista
Andy Warhol mil vezes na TV disse:
"No gossips, Miss"
Darling, querida, vê se te toca
E leva
Take your baby money and burn, T-Ha,
I spent that on furniture
I got warhols on my halls walls!
I got Basquiats in the lobby of my spot!
I'm so
my Warhol
Slid the panties right to the side, ain't got the time to take drawers off
On sight, catch a charge I might
Beat the box up like Mike in
can appreciate it
Like you appreciate a Picasso
Or an Andy Warhol, you should love me
When you look at me
You should say this is fresh
This is abstract
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