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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,
次の level 自分の戦い eh
祝杯あげて one more, one shot
More I want 今も終わんない
What
You ready for this?
Are you ready to get hyped up?
Come on
さあ
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.
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
You are the feeling in my mind
That there is something more to life
You are the keeper of my soul
And there is something you should, you should know
it down for Sean P, he control the crooks
You my muslim brother, and my other brother
Like my mother's son, see you in heaven brother
Real artists
artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now when I say I'm complete;
That means I'm true to my game and my cap
And I refrain from bein played like a sap
And a bitch? No
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique
Bow down
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
sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique
Bow down
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
sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique
Bow down
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
I had a man
Let's call him Sam
And Sam will never understand
How we live, we are the artists
You gotta know once you dip your toes in the ocean that
When evening chores are over at our rach house on the plains
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
to a sold-out show
Lady Gaga bitch ass trick
I put that on my Papa Joe
I mop you all across the floor
Snatch a fucking weave out, bitch
In front
Ortenberg, you can suck my dick
Walk bitch, you ain't Lady Gaga
Nicopanda got style, trick
Cathy Horyn, your style ain't dick
Walk a mile in these foot high
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