Lyrics:
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
a bank account
Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred
just living a lie
Goin' goin'
Goin' through the motions
Goin' goin'
Goin' through the motions
Goin' goin'
Goin' through the motions
Goin' goin
Compton
I'm willin' to die for this shit, nigga
I'll take your fuckin' life for this shit, nigga
We ain't goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope
artists are poor
But buddy, I'm goin' home right now
I got enough gas just to get me back
And I know that she is patiently waitin' on her wandering boy
Goin' down, goin' down, goin' down, goin' down
Goin' down, goin' down, goin' down, goin' down
Livin' on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
Rollin'
up, baby
Promote this bitch, baby, I need that lil' money, please
It's goin' down, in stores now, we got Lil Wyte, "Phinally Phamous"
Go get that
There's something goin' on
There's something goin' on
We live in this world where there's something goin' on
Goin' on going' on
I wrote this song for Louise Nevelson, the sculptor,
Also Billie Holiday, and a group of kick-ass women artists.
Sappho was a poet
Billie was
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)
Keep goin back to the music in ya backpack Keep goin
back keep goin back keep goin back
keep goin back keep goin back to the music in ya backpack
He's goin' home to the rock
He's goin' home to the rock
He's gonna meet the man by and by
He's goin' home to the rock
He's goin' home to the rock
Hey! hey! where you're goin' in such a hurry?
Take it easy girl and tell me a story
Move on over here, slow it down
Tell me why you've been, run
Well, I'm goin', I'm goin'
Goin' on a downhill slide
I'm goin', I'm goin'
Goin' on a downhill slide
Things feel so easy
I'm never gonna change
he goes he seems
To vanish into air
Gonna bring that take-off artist down
Every night he's goin' round
Plays his game of lost and found
When I git
Known As" artist
Laid out with a goddess, pretty lilly Adonis
Besides all of that, niggas is 'nomous, I make you all a promise
The promise is that I'm
you're goin'?
Where do you think you're goin'
Goin', girl?
Girl, where do you think you're goin'?
Where do you think you're goin'
Goin', girl?
If
Em, what's goin' on?
It's Paul
Uh
Dre gave me a copy
Of the new album
And I just
Fuck it
to Isla Vista
Where police felt so harassed
They called the special riot squad
Of the L.A. County Sheriff
Well, there's a riot goin' on
There's
She walks by moonlight
No one really knows
Enchanted starlight
Never goin' home
I know she's goin' down, goin'
Everybody knows, she's so good
to Isla Vista
Where police felt so harassed
They called the special riot squad
Of the L.A. County Sheriff
Well, there's a riot goin' on
There's
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