Lyrics:
to some ancient injury?
La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.
Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep
A laa dee dee, a one two three
Eric, the half a bee
A, be, see, D, E, F, G
Eric, the half a bee
Is this wretched demi-bee
Half asleep upon my knee
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.
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,
Ow, ow, ow (oh goddamn) (ooh)
I'm gonna fackin' cum (oh shit) (oh yeah)
Fack, fack, fack, (fuck, I am) (ooh)
I am, I'm going to cum (I'm cumming)
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
Much love to the F&F crew
Bryce, (yeah) Gemini, Shayla G
Pro, Soundtrakk, Jason Salvador
Simon, Bishop G, Bran Dog
G-ball, G-Ball, yeah!
All
addicted to Black Jack
Ow ow-ow ow ow ow
He is the black jack man
He has the black jack blues
He's the number one fan
Ow ow ow whoo hoo
He didn't
(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
Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery
I've murdered niggas on wax and forget where they buried
This the hardest shit since Rakim and Eric B
Verse 1:
E F#m A E
Come here and look through the window Marie
F#m A E
Open up the shutters,tell me what you see
G#m A E
Was that his knock that I
glow-ow-ow-ows in the dark
Baby, I don't feel a thing
Your touching hits like Novocaine
Your kiss lights me up like the stars
Never found me wide awake
You
nothing to it i can smell hater
You know what this is g-g-g-g-g, g-g-g-g-g
G-Unit this is therapy for me man
I just gotta focus on my art i’m an artist
You
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
#m E
And what's this got to do with me
G D
I declare the war is over
A E E A E C#m
to some ancient injury?
La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.
Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep
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
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
of sex
Christianity has been pretty modern about sex
Of sex, of sex, of sex, of sex
Sex and the church, sex and the church
Sex and the church, sex, sex
I
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)
I'm like go, team Eric', I
Was born with dopeness, just why you inherit
This is why I'm hot
Playboy, approach me wrong
This is why I shot
Ball, I get
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