Lyrics:
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,
They told him, "Don't you ever come around here
Don't want to see your face, you better disappear"
The fire's in their eyes and their words are
They told him, "Don't you ever come around here
Don't want to see your face, you better disappear"
The fire's in their eyes and their words are
(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
Tyson
Popcorn peanuts lookin' at big butts
No I can not keep my mouth shut
Rockin' to the beat of the fabulous forum
My Lakers I adore 'em
Blush my
this thing from dying,
Don't forget to kiss me before you beat me up again.
Hey sister pretty, your lips are on the city,
Everybodys waiting for
But your soul is a never-ending road
When your heart beats here
Your heart beats
And your doors are never fully closed
When your heart beats here
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
own beat
'Cause she's the muse and the artist
Always leaves a trail of stardust
'Cause she's a little bit of Yoko
And she's a little bit a, oh no
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 one
The prophets spoke of you
You will become
The artist's style, the artist's soon
Part of something whole – the artist's style,
gotta lie though
(That's why you're calling my phone)
And you're wanting me to get, get, get it
Beat, beat, beat it, beat, beat, beat it
You wanting me
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really
They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really
rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle are
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are incredible, you are
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.
Probabilities tremendous
Hostilities are rendered
Ineffective and abandoned
The way of the Artist
I'm a star seed
And I'm ready for harvest
Killing off beats
Now
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
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