Lyrics:
The problem isn't the lyrics on the records.
It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist.
But the real problem is the fear of the white
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,
pull up to his mansion alone
And don't come in with all that gun play
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Zack Junior
Gears in tact with the black Supra's
Knife in the gun fight, trying to stab Rugers
Nigga your time is comin'
Fuck with me and your time
Who designed the snowflake
Who made the planet spin
Who came up with new born babies skin
Who created seasons
The cycle of rebirth
Who
Grace
A piece of canvas is only the beginning for
It takes on character with every loving stroke
This thing of beauty is the passion of an Artist's
a fire up under his ass
Helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got
Was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got
Like
The illest
飲み干せ just like ディオニュソス
片手に酒 もう片手にテュルソス
透明なクリスタルグラス中 揺れる芸術
芸術も酒 飲めば酔うぜ fool
You dunno, you dunno, you dunno
What to do with
I'ma show you 別の
stripes?
All-black piano keys
What is it? You know I'm poppin' out the night
Feel like Biggie, I'm the black Frank White (B.I.G.)
I got my Loc's on, they
what the Indian said, I needed demand
Telling me longevity is in the dirt, should buy some property first
Profit a better dollar with generational
with your black and white
When I'm gone
You paint by numbers
I never noticed it before
You paint by numbers
It's just a closing of an open door
When
words, "Send for the law," uh
Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
Red, white blue,
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
African passion
When rapping crap is in action but the black assassin is happenin'
Laughin' 'cause I make 'em all a has-been
When I'm mashin', everybody
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
the parkin' lot (yeah)
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots (yeah)
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (not)
I'm hard as a motherfucker, Scott
try to stop us
My henchmen behind me, in black benz's with big toppers
Get up on my life, nigga, the kid's proper
Wrist glint, the big shit, cult
You can call me artist (artist)
You can call me idol (idol)
아님 어떤 다른 (다른)
뭐라 해도 I don't care (I don't care)
I'm proud of it (proud of it)
난
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
You can call me stripes I'd like that
I'm a Zebra in black and white
The open spaces of Africa
Make me neigh with sheer delight
Blacks stripes, White
Far above the highest heavens
On a throne of crystal light
Dwells the God of all creation
Rays of wonder crown His might
Human voices blend with
Caught Me With A File
On A Wednesday I'm Down In Solitary
On A Thursday I Start On Bread And Water For A While
I Got Stripes --- Stripes Around
Discuss these artist/Black-with-White-Stripes/artist-fans/1184089 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In