Lyrics:
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Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
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,
of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with
Japan, I ask you
Do you love hip-hop music?
Cigars in the Japanese Soul bar
Drinkin' Scotch 'til daybreak, KD 3 had gold bars
These vibranium
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
(Cook that up, Quay)
(Woo-hoo)
We been too lit, we been too true
Ain't no fraud (ain't no fraud)
I go too lit
I go two ton on these bars (two
(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
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with dread
One blue telephone, a pressure cooker
A ventilator, four more bars of chocolate
Six pairs of socks, a yellow clock
A pink scooter, a box of condoms
My baby nothing but a ton of joy
Children, yes she is one ton of joy
My baby nothing but a ton of joy
Love, love, love, love, love, lovely
Lovely
cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows
I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you
Hello, it's me
"Pop goes pop artist
have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him
someone else
But after all
I know there is no one
That can save me from myself
You were the only one
Me revoici
Dans ce bar enfumé
Avec mes yeux
have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him
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
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
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
gettin' tipsy
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
I've been Boozey since I've left, I ain't changin' for a check
Tell my ma I ain't forget (oh, Lord)
a bad bitch
M-I-S,Miss
I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this
I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list
Them otha' artist, I keep em'
colors show the glory
Of the Master Artist's plan
Built by god for those who love Him
Those who trust the great "I am"
Those who trust the great "I am"
to be tons of gold and green
Comin' up here from Mexico
A donde esta la planta, mi amigo, del sol?
But Mexico is under the thumb
Of a man we call
to be tons of gold and green
Comin' up here from Mexico
A donde esta la planta, mi amigo, del sol?
But Mexico is under the thumb
Of a man we call
to be tons of gold and green
Comin' up here from Mexico
A donde esta la planta, mi amigo, del sol?
But Mexico is under the thumb
Of a man we call
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