Lyrics:
(two shots)
アガれ now 歌えオンヘヤ
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 (two shots)
ノリな more 歌えオンヘヤ
祝杯 (sippin'), 姿
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
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)
artist"
[Quik] Doin much damage in the ninety-two
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now DJ Quik is
You are the feeling in my mind
That there is something more to life
You are the keeper of my soul
And there is something you should, you should know
it down for Sean P, he control the crooks
You my muslim brother, and my other brother
Like my mother's son, see you in heaven brother
Real artists
will he?
And the two of you just walk through the door
You're a quick change artist
Always in the mood for a change
Baby you're a quick change
I had a man
Let's call him Sam
And Sam will never understand
How we live, we are the artists
You gotta know once you dip your toes in the ocean that
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
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique
Bow down
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique
Bow down
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique
Bow down
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
When evening chores are over at our rach house on the plains
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
to a sold-out show
Lady Gaga bitch ass trick
I put that on my Papa Joe
I mop you all across the floor
Snatch a fucking weave out, bitch
In front
of this effort is
I want to suggest two propositions
The first one is that the poets, by which I mean all artists
Are the only people who know
Ortenberg, you can suck my dick
Walk bitch, you ain't Lady Gaga
Nicopanda got style, trick
Cathy Horyn, your style ain't dick
Walk a mile in these foot high
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