Lyrics:
Pack up all those phantoms
Shoulder that invisible load
Keep on riding north and west
Haunting that wilderness road
Like a ghost rider
Carry
Long gone intuition to assume are gone when we try
Dream of a living jungle in my way back home when we die
West of the fields
West
Long gone intuition to assume are gone when we try
Dream of a living jungle in my way back home when we die
West of the fields
West
53 miles west of Venus
53 miles west of Venus
53 miles west of Venus
53 miles west of Venus
53 miles west of Venus
53 miles west of Venus
53
Pack up all those phantoms
Shoulder that invisible load
Keep on riding north and west
Haunting that wilderness road
Like a ghost rider
Carry
from heaven on your heart
Through their singing
As an artist, Rhonda Montgomery
Exemplifies piano artistry
That's Rhonda! An artist!
This album
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
rollin' hills
God is an artist
And he painted a pretty picture
And he called it West Virginia with those rollin' hills
Rollin' hills, wild West Virginia
Representin' South Centeral
Representin' West Coast
Ice Cube
Definition Of A West Coast G
and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a West End town
Call the police, there's a mad man around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a West End
a starving artist man
You're a starving artist man
Then cause tension take a breath
Don't admit that you're starving to death
If you're nodding out relook west
Pack up all those phantoms
Shoulder that invisible load
Keep on riding north and west
Haunting that wilderness road
Like a ghost rider
Carry all
and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a West End town
Call the police, there's a mad man around
Running down underground
To a dive bar in a West End
folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game
(Mmm)
Uh (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Wicki-wild wild (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Wicki-wicki-wild
Wicki-wild
Wicki-wicki
Wild Wild West (yeah)
Jim West
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
a hotel room in New York city 'round about the time a friend or ours, Little Steven, was putting together a record of artists against apartheid, this is
in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged
But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artists
of Fine Arts, dr west
Dr kanye West: I’m sorry
That was just my opinion
I am a pop artist so
My medium is public opinion and
The world is my canvas
"I’m
(Mmm)
Uh (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Wicki-wild wild (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Wicki-wicki-wild
Wicki-wild
Wicki-wicki
Wild Wild West (yeah)
Jim West
Almost Heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin'
and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a West End town
Call the police, there's a mad man around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a West End
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