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,
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&B
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
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
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.
(Verse 1)
In East Tennessee, where the mountains stand tall,
Morgan Wallen's name, you can hear in every hall.
With a voice like honey, he's
Blew my check on a ticket
To your concert Morgan Wallen
And you canceled it the night of the show
Now I'm cussing my dumb luck
Because tailgating
1...2...
Morgan In The Morning Taking it to the bridge Morgan In The Morning With They Might Be Giants
In the studio There in the studio They're in
(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
true artist
Makes him aware that our Nation falls
Short of it's highest potential
I see little of more importance to
The future of our country and
Our
Rock of ages cleft for me
Now that could be the voice of John F Morgan in the
Ripley jailhouse singin' hymns
Well ol' Johnny might just be singin'
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And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
why
Don't want to be famous
I make my own playlist
But every time I'm in the truck
And turn that dial
My kids want Morgan Wallen
Now these kids gotta
artists, they were on the run
I got them out to California
One was gifted and the other was fun
Merchants will always be merchants, of course
But
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
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
There's other people, you selfish asshole!
I must be psychotic
I must be demented
To think that I'm worthy of all this attention
Of all of this money
I could, maybe I could, maybe I
Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally
If I were David Byrne
I'd go to galleries and not be too
skin
And when I feel it, you're wearing thin
But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer
artist
And everybody knows you by a different name
I didn't catch your first name
I didn't get your last
I didn't hear too much what was said
My
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
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