Lyrics:
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,
Krammekatten Conny Lund
Elsker jorden kuglerund
Krammer alt det dumme væk
Krammer mørket sort som blæk
Krammer mandag morgens ur
Krammer moar
Renoir
Schiele Lichtenstein O'Keefe
Banksy Bouguereau Kahlo
We are the artists
We are the artists
(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
an artist never seen yet with a vision
With a reason
Stared with venom at the ceiling
Not the grass
But straight ahead
Just at the skyline
With
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
Well the County Fair left quite a mess
In the county yard
Kids with eyes as big as dollars
Rode all the rides
Strip artists and con artists
Put
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
artist"
[Quik] Doin much damage in the ninety-two
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now DJ Quik is
You are the one
The prophets spoke of you
You will become
The artist's style, the artist's soon
Part of something whole – the artist's style,
rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle are
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.
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
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
and so fancy free
(O oh) yeah, she dances to a her own beat
'Cause she's the muse and the artist
Always leaves a trail of stardust
(O oh) 'Cause she’s
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plain
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
Sacramentum eo deo
Athair ar Neamh, Dia linn
Domine o venite o, domine o venite o
Sacramentum eo deo, sacramentum eo deo
Athair ar Neamh, Dia linn
Domine o
You're drowning us out at times
No excuse
N O E X C U S E
People who are artists
You are musicians
You are dancers
You are Singers
And you're
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
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