Lyrics:
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
of me? Is that what you heard?
That ain't even the half of it, nigga, I'm on a different cycle
Come and lift me up
I'm saying, how 'bout instead
I have seen your colors
Woven in your blankets
I have heard your names on
Rivers and on towns
I have seen your turqoise
On fine fancy ladies
to be able just to pay the price
The price it took to set him free
I never heard a single "thank you" at all
You'd think by now I could see
All
(ooh, ooh)
Like a song he wrote, that's never heard
Don't you (sh)
When you get home
You barely recognize the pictures they put in a frame
'Cause
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
ooh)
That isn't words (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Like a song he wrote that's never heard (ah-ah-ah)
Don't you sh-
When you get home
You barely recognize
trying to be an artist
I hope your dreams succeed, just like Kevin out in college
Shorty, how you doing?
We ain't spoken in a long time
Heard your family
Red Cycle
Red Cycle
Red Cycle
Red Cycle
Rouge Cycle
Rouge Cycle
Rouge Cycle
Rouge Cycle
bird, bird fly away
Heard you can sing, artist my way Artist my way, artist my way
Heard you can sing, artist my way Heard she like bird, bird fly away
Oh, oh
Oh, here I go again
Falling in love all over
Oh, the cycle never ends
You just pray you don't get burned
Oh, this fire inside of me
I told them we heard singing first before we reached the square
"Arise the wretched of the earth" filled the air
So many fists clenched to the sky
favorite artist
Or they become to be your favorite artist after like a long time or
Or it's instantaneous like
I know when the first time I heard Michael
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,
Well the County Fair left quite a mess
In the county yard
Kids with eyes as big as dollars
Rode all the rides
Strip artists and con artists
Put
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Hello, it's me
I really miss you, I really miss your mind
I haven't heard ideas like that for such a long, long time
I loved to watch you draw
love
Then I'm scared and cannot trust
Cause what if true love doesn't exist
Oh what if hope just makes us weak
We're stuck in cycles
No way out
Cycles
some of y'all didn't hear it right
I didn't call him
His name wasn't the artist
Artist, Artist
Artist - every syllable must be heard
Artist - formerly
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
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
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