Lyrics:
painting box
And your oils and brushes and your artist's smocks
What'll you do if the Muse gets lost
When I'm gone
You painted me in the way you said you
the artist or his art
It's such a wild heart the one that bleeds the art
Descend these scales of hollow chorus dressed girls
Of angels on my heart, statues
every artist knows
You must sing your scales
And your arpeggios
(c. knox)
I know why
Fish swim in the sky
And beat their leather wings
Until they're high and dry
We fly in the face of fashion
Full scale and fair
my pocket
How I'm buryin' these artists
On a scale of turnt you're minus
Mine says very, yours says hardly
And what's scary is you probably can
I put my coke on a digital scale
I put my weed on a digital scale
I put my dope on a digital scale
It's time to re-up what my scale read
I put my
civilization than full recognition of
The place of the artist
If art is to nourish the roots of our culture
Society must set the artist free to follow
His vision
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)
blurred on this awareness
No unknown weight to tip the knowledge scales
Eyes dilated to grasp it all
As every illusion of what we are fails
Full credit for partial effort
These things I’ve made
Completion grades on a weighted scale
So everyone can say
“That’s great, I really mean it”
Now
blurred on this awareness
No unknown weight to tip the knowledge scales
Eyes dilated to grasp it all
As every illusion of what we are fails
26, my baby's a 26
On a scale of 1 to 10, my baby's a 26
26, my baby's a 26
On a scale of 1 to 10, my baby's a 26
26, my baby's a 26
If I had a scale to measure love
Like a clock can measure time
And we put our love upon that scale
Would yours weigh as much as mine
Of late is
the beers
Well, you'd think I'd have tamed
My old dragons by now
I've always tried to be a good scout
But every now and then they come swoopin' in
Saying,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
Homicide or suicide
Heads or tails
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale
My way, my
Manufacture music, large scale art
This is how we do man, we all play our part (Rickie)
Manufacture music, large scale art
This is how we do man, we
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
as sick of burning find the hottest slacker in a visionary costume
Con artist kamikaze conduct
Warm for a second to the minute he whored herself
to a broke nigga, nigga? (Yo, that's crazy)
Pyrex pot water, nothin' but fish scale (skrrt)
Flip phone still beam, but it got that clientele
Buddy just
this full clip for so long, it needs to be empty
The reason why it full for so long, 'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth, so
out
Hey, we got enough on each other
To wage a full scale war
If we could ever remember
What we were fightin' for
We bury the hatchet
But
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