Lyrics:
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,
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
(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
let a n**** f***?
Ms. Parker?
Uh hum
Lil shawty want me,
How do I know? 'cause she told me so, yeah
Lil shawty on "E" somebody let her know that
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
only one.
Let's got back to Eden,
Don't make the garden wait.
At the gates of Eden,
This golden key is all it takes.
Guest Artists:
George Hawkins, Jr.
artist
And everybody knows you by a different name
I didn't catch your first name
I didn't get your last
I didn't hear too much what was said
My
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
colors show the glory
Of the Master Artist's plan
Built by god for those who love Him
Those who trust the great "I am"
Those who trust the great "I am"
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
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
the spot in the night for all my n****s like why'all
My get high n****s, I blaze for n****s like why'all
Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the f
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
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
You take me in your arms
And start to burn
F-I-are-E-I-N-see-A-I-are-O
F-I-are-E-I-N-see-A-I-are-O
F-I-are-E-I-N-see-A-I-are-O
Then the heat
You are the one
The prophets spoke of you
You will become
The artist's style, the artist's soon
Part of something whole – the artist's style,
Artist reality transforming from ones rumination of mastering
need
Ha! I say f*** them other n****s, f*** them other n****s
B**** I'm all you need
Ha! I'm the hottest n****, all I do is turn a b**** 500 degrees
Ha!
started, f*** it, just get it started?
These trash talking artists is nothing, n****z is garbage
When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed
His
parked, f*** your back talk, I watch how n****z cat-walk
over my pit of venom and send em to the asphault
For inquisitives, who want to try to test me
There I was, in this room, with all these amazing artists
and all I could think is, I don't have enough followers on Spotify or YouTube to even
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin' shit 'cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors
F&N (F&N), F&N
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
_(cropped).jpg/225px-Chris_Stapleton_Concert_(48519730107)_(cropped).jpg "Chris Stapleton")
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