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An Artist

The millions get wired, them Benny hunnids still go in pocket
I party with Ed Sheeran, my homies still hold the rocket
'Cause I'm so hood, it don't make no

And the Indian sun is rising
Instead of going down

Navajo, Navajo
The people call the people from
Ten thousand years ago navajo, Navajo
From the land

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Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist ,  Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)

Ready to die

Ed Sheeran, alone Star
Comin' out here freestylin' with the guitar
'Cause I've forgotten the lyrics of this bit right here
So I

the weasel

Round about the farmer's barn
The mice begin to missile
But when they poked there noses out
Pop! Goes the weasel

The painter works

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Life Is for Learning

Marvin Gaye

In Our Lifetime

1981

Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say

Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say

(Love Fred Sharon, hate Ed Sheeran)
I'm Fred Sharon, I'm out to love you
(Love Fred Sharon, hate Ed Sheeran)
But I'm Fred Sharon so I'm out to hate

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