Lyrics:
Mina, olha como a lua brilha
Vem pra noite junto com os "irmão"
Passa a visão para suas amigas
Que C4lifa tira sua atenção
Pera ae, que isso aqui é
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
I did not diss Taylor Swift
And I've never dissed her
First thing is I'm an artist and as an artist
I will express how I feel with no censorship
(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
Artist : Joan Baez
Song : Love Is Just A Four Letter Word
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend
Mr. Berman?
What?
We have Eminem here to see you
About fuckin' time
Send him in
Steve
Good to see you, man
Um, hey, I just
Well, look
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
change artist
Always in the mood for a change
Baby you're a quick change artist
Everybody knows they won't see you again
(Cause) You're a quick
got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
Got
the artist's soon
A never-ending flow – the artist's style, the artist's soon
The secrets you will know
You are the second in the time
I see your dreams, you see
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
it down for Sean P, he control the crooks
You my muslim brother, and my other brother
Like my mother's son, see you in heaven brother
Real artists
complete artist"
[Quik] Doin much damage see-P-T style
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
Most complete artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[Quik] Yo fuck the bridge
the plastic off it, you can feel the magic
Still I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see 'em gagging
When I'm back in the back of my city, back in
Bust it wide open, let you see what I'm workin' with
Bust it wide open, let you see what I'm workin' with
Bust it wide open, let you see what I'm
hundred years (four hundred years, four hundred years, wo oh oh oh)
Look, how long (wo oh oh oh)
And the people they (wo oh oh oh) still can't see
Why do
just keep doin' me
And eventually you'll see
I'm 4real4real
Baby it's baby it's 4real 4real 4real
Baby it's baby it's 4real 4real 4real
Baby it's baby
pleased you (five hundred thousand dollars)
Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (twenty-four hours, baby)
Seven days a week I wanna see you (seven
hundred years (four hundred years, four hundred years, wo oh oh oh)
Look, how long (wo oh oh oh)
And the people they (wo oh oh oh) still can't see
Why do
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
wanna be posed like a sculpture
I wanna feel the air beneath my feet
I wanna paint a four leaf clover
And see it appear in front of me
I wanna be
even hear him?
Does anybody even feel him?
Does anybody even see him?
He finds it so frustrating the artist, the artist in me
The artist in me x3
BRIDGE
the
Currents of his time
This is not a popular role
Yet in retrospect, we see how the artist's
Fidelity has strengthened
The fibre of our national life
If
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