Lyrics:
即 飲み干す
祝杯 (sippin') 姿 (tippin') (一気に)
テュルソス (grippin') ぶどうを (eatin') (一気に)
雰囲気 (keep it) D style (rip it) (一気に)
この場 (kill it) let's steal it
will he?
And the two of you just walk through the door
You're a quick change artist
Always in the mood for a change
Baby you're a quick change
(to drown)
She'll make you change like you'd never believe
She turn a working man into a thief
Oh
She's Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica (Erica Kane
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
I could, maybe I could, maybe I
Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally
If I were David Byrne
I'd go to galleries and not be too
do
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
And decide the words I say?
'Cause I'd
out
On the 48-track board without a doubt
Break it down Doc, like this! {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
I'd like to give a shout out to who? Big Daddy Kane
Heavy
I'd really like to be a part of her show!
Suzy is an artist - she paints quite a lot.
An artist she may be, but a genius she is not.
She says she
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
yo what an artist said, they're going
Yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo!
Brad's off twisting a win
And I can't afford to pay the feds
And now I'm never late
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,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
쭉 들이켜
술잔 (sippin'), 팔짱 (tippin') (한 입)
티르소스 (grippin'), 포도 (eatin')
쭉 들이켜
분위기 (keep it) D style (rip it) (한 입)
여기 (kill it)
Let's steal it,
knows I'd die for Molly
Molly Brown
Molly Brown, Molly Brown
Don't you weep for me
I'm going to a place the Lord
Prepared for you and me
I'll meet you
I'd really like to be a part of her show
Suzy is an artist, she paints quite a lot
An artist she may be but a genius she is not
Says she wants
So the shorties with nigga half
Thye get out the brown and
Run a little math and count that paper
Balls so hard they bounce back later
Have green
The artists and the poets fill up every jail
Before I held a rifle I held an artist's brush
Before Tiananmen I even dreamed of love
Ah, I was seventeen
sitting in the witness stand
The judges wife called up
The district attorney said you better
Free that brown eyed man
If you want your job you'd
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
and P.E. (uh-huh)
DMC and Heavy D (huh, huh, huh)
Yes, Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, too (ooh-ooh)
MC Lyte opened doors for you and me, c'mon
Go back in
the superstar recording artist
Transitions to independent status
After a successful twelve years at Shady
Aftermath interscope, during which time he
Sold more
Mary Pickford used to eat roses
Thought that they'd make her beautiful and they did
One supposes
Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome
He wore
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