Lyrics:
the plot
Play the good guy, play the bad
Here's the victim, here's the saint
Here's the canvas, here's the paint
Good luck bad luck who knows
Good luck bad
Lady Luck
Here I am on time
Proppin' up the bar
with a glass of wine
Friday night
and I'm all spruced up and fine
I ain't goin' nowhere
Lady
She looked so easy 'cause she looked so young
With a geisha smile made in Taiwan
She got cherry bombs inside her eyes
And the luck of the Irish
luck, yeah, lady luck.
Ooh, my lady luck, oh, my lady luck.
Now what went wrong?
I've been here too long.
Can you spare a dime?
Luck's disguised
reveals the plot
Age of thirty, curtain drop
Public enemy I am not
Oh what an artist dies in me
Hah
Oh what an artist dies in me
Oh what an artist dies
Go get that Lil Wyte album (Yeah)
"Phinally Phamous," in stores now (Yeah)
Frasier Boy new album (Yeah)
"Me Being Me," in stores now (Yeah)
Go get that Lil Wyte album (Yeah)
"Phinally Phamous," in stores now (Yeah)
Frasier Boy new album (Yeah)
"Me Being Me," in stores now (Yeah)
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
Dear Till Family:
As a recording artist
I have always been interested in word play
My lyrics often reference people, places
And events in my music
don't give a damn I don't give a fuck a your bad luck
Ah wha dat?? Mi caan understand Red Rat
Why go him pon di artist female skin-a-slap?
Stop!,
could here her tellin'
"I'm gone this time
Lightnin', I won't be back no more"
You know, that lil' mean old Santa Fe
Taken my baby away from me
You know,
the dice up in my pocket we can roll for it
Fuck nigga, got 30 in it, test yo luck with it
& if Prince up on this bitch you know I come different
Hot nigga
baby one more kiss, it brings a little luck to the night
Artists got their easels, they're ready on the mark
Gonna try and take the pictures
on board.
Sound like I could here her tellin', "I'm gone this time,
Lightnin', I won't be back no more"
You know, that lil' mean old Santa Fe,
taken
Got Lil' Wayne pumpin' on my iPod
Thumpin' on the subs in the back of my crew cab
Redneck rockin' like a Rockstar
Sling a lil' mud off the back,
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,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
just really love Christmas! Two Christmas albums?
Jesus Christ! No pun intended
Am I high? A lil' bit (yeah)
Can I drive? A lil' bit (yeah)
Am I
The Winners tell jokes
And the losers say deal
Lady Luck rides a Stallion tonight
And she smiles at the winners
And she laughs at the losers
Got Lil' Wayne pumpin' on my iPod
Thumpin' on the subs in the back of my crew cab
Redneck rockin' like a rockstar
Sling a lil' mud off the back,
Got Lil' Wayne pumpin' on my iPod
Thumpin' on the subs in the back of my crew cab
Redneck rockin' like a rockstar
Sling a lil' mud off the back,
ain't the best, but I ain't never denied
Tell me what nigga, flow sicker, spit shit better than mine
The plot dope on these tracks, you get federal time
need plot plots
got a white bitch
sniffin on sum white stuff
sheet of lsd
keep it in the benz truck
they prayin on my downfall
i'm saying good luck
feel
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