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,
When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plain
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now when I say I'm complete;
That means I'm true to my game and my cap
And I refrain from bein played like a sap
And a bitch? No
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
(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
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.
It's a blessing to see people
With their heads up to the sky still
'Cause honestly for the same people
Life can be so real
I'm amazed by all your
I tell you folks it's heaven to be ridin' down the trail
To watch the desert sun go down
Cactus plants are bloomin'...
To watch the desert sun go
targeting local school buildings. Now traditionally, vandals use spray paint, as you know, to tag property. In these cases, the letters: E.B.A.H. appear to be
road, a constant struggle
And a true labor of love
To not only convince my peers and the
Public that I could be an artist
But to actually get that art
a various artist compilation
But it's just me and HB and this shit take concentration
Niggas know I don't drop this often, so cherish it (so cherish it)
Now technically speakin' I ain't 'sposed to be doin' this
Like givin' information to the ones that are new to this
You want to make a record
the passion and the saving grace
I slept one rainy night with you in Paris
Made up for a thousand wasted years
Dearest Esmeralda, you are magic
I close
I gaze at Your moon and Your stars
Mounted like jewels in their setting
I know You are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all
When I look up
believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer
A beacon of hope put a B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere, some kid is bumping this
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
I'll sometimes look at other artists who
Seem larger than life and wonder
"Am I not supposed to be here?"
I always knew I'd spend my whole life
a coyote whinin' for its mate
Cactus plants are bloomin', sagebrush every where
Granite spires are standin' all around
I tell you folks it's Heaven, to be
For an artist's opinion
For an artist to be able
To have an opinion after
They were successful i’m
Not no politician bro and look at that
You know how
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,
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
(Boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo)
(Boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo)
(Boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo)
I've seen the Joshua Tree
Got down
is poured forth
Suddenly, you know they are real, they mean it!
"Let your light so shine"
Could not be more aptly applied
As there shines a light
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