Lyrics:
[DJ Quik]
And just when you motherfuckers thought it was over
I'm back up in this motherfucker..
"You better get ready"
"for-for-for for
little lye lee lo
"Ow! " said the owl with head so white
"A lonesome day and a lonesome night
I thought I heard some pretty girl say
Court all night
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,
it was God, but it felt like God
I thought the thought in my head, "Check the Bible"
I'm gonna speak to you from the verse of the day
That means I
the engineers, Chilly Chill, mixers
Esco, much love goes out, to Rita Lee
The Buchanans, Suzis 'N Uzi
Everybody that, helped this project from day one
Can't
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
stoneth him to death
No one remember old Marcus Garvey,
No one remember old Marcus Garvey
This day the right way
This day the right way
This day
to a dance
Never thought I'd get the chance
To hold you near the way I do for you
To say your love is true oh oh, Jenny Lee
Every night I dreamed about you
I
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
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
slow poke now
I never want to part with her you see
This little car means a heck of a lot to me
(This car of mine, oooooo)
I remember the day
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
(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
this old Texas lad.
I sleep out on the rolling plains,
My blanket for a bed,
Waiting for the break of day
To ride out to the herd
I'll mount
dowdy diddle-dumb day
Howdy dowdy diddle-dumb day
Howdy dowdy diddle-dumb day
Hey le lee-lee lie-lee low
I said, the blackbird sittin? on a chair
Once I
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
the night we sway
Till the break of day Ariana Grande
Echoes of our laughter
Underneath the moon Ariana Grande
Chasing dreams hereafter
Morning comes too
softly among the rest waiting there for him to paint his pictures
And as the go-go girl went round and our heads were in a spin I thought about
he threw eight
Stagger Lee (oh Stagger Lee) told Billy, (oh Stagger Lee)
I can't (oh Stagger Lee) let you go with that (oh Stagger Lee)
You have won
softly among the rest waiting there for him to paint his pictures
And as the go-go girl went round and our heads were in a spin
I thought about
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
fed a family of four
For forty fucking fortnights
Forty fucking fortnights!
I am an artist
Please God, forgive me
I am an artist
Please don't
of imprisonment
I just thought the shit'd be different
But something changed the minute that I got a whiff of it
I started to inhale it, smell it, started
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