Lyrics:
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
Ruler of my heart
Driver of my soul
Where can you be
I wait patiently
My heart cries out
Pain inside
Where can you be
I wait patiently
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,
Taxi, taxi
Lady cab driver, can you take me for a ride?
Don't know where I'm goin' 'cause I don't know where I've been
So just put your foot
Taxi, taxi
Lady cab driver, can you take me for a ride?
Don't know where I'm goin' 'cause I don't know where I've been
So just put your foot
Ladies and gentlement
We're out in front of the dallas county court house
Where the Kirk Franklin verses the state of the world case is about
well he gets into the cupboard
Picks out that bottle of gin
Drinks like there's no tomorrow
And decides to take a spin
Oh, don't drive drunk
Don't
There's a jumpin' little joint out in West Nashville
If the barbecue don't get you the music will
It's called Pee Wee's Place and they're open from
Phantom won't stop (nah)
At Boulevard and Moreland the driver broke left (go)
And Shiesty shouted, "Bouldercrest, it's time to get def" (go)
My girl blew
of you
You get to love, you have to talk to somebody about a new life
I don't love my wife anymore, I don't love my kids anymore
Missin' out on life,
"drivers
License" came out, i remember driving around
Listening to that song and driving
On these streets that I
Remember driving down being so sad
[Chorus]
Please operator could you trace this call
Find out where I'm drinking
Which dirty beer hall
And send a cab driver to call for me here
But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
When I go out with artists
They talk about language and the Cubists and the Dadaists
And I try to catch their meanings
And keep up with all
Shake some dust off of this old bus
I gotta get her out of town
Spend the day up on the motorway
Where the carburetors blast
Slow down driver want
an artist
I am an artist
But I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid, kid
And maybe I'll grow out of it.
(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
minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
You niggas under-cards
You should be unemployed
All you smoke
I'd really like to be a part of her show!
Suzy is an artist - she paints quite a lot.
An artist she may be, but a genius she is not.
She says she
brought these niggas to the game
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley
I just want
will
We think you have a problem
And this problem's made you ill"
The artist walks among the flowers
Appreciating the sun
He's out there all his
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