Lyrics:
I said
Won't you come, won't you come?
Won't you come on home, Bill Bailey?
I say, you've been away too long
Since you've been gone, there's no
can spot an artist every time
Did the darkness and the stars witness
What happened long ago
Did the darkness and the stars witness
What happened
oh darling have you forgotten so soon
Lost is our love that we found long ago warm memories so soon have grown cold
Now where are the dreams that
see me pop up all icy 'cause I could (what?)
But you've been gone so long, you probably forgot your way around the hood, hood
Bitch, when you paranoid
I saw you in the mirror
You were wearing your hair differently
Carrying the air differently
You said you wear your hair long parted in the middle
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
was the banks of hope
Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?
Are we the last forgotten?
Are we the long lost love?
This city
Jennie is gone and they pity me
When I lost her love, they knew
That I lost everything
That's why they are whispering
There goes the forgotten man
me, I'm better off just left alone
And I ain't even tryna go there with record sales
I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself
Say, "What
I did not diss Taylor Swift
And I've never dissed her
First thing is I'm an artist and as an artist
I will express how I feel with no censorship
girl
Come 'round the world
From forgotten shores
There'll be music playin'
What no words could say
When you first get there
We'll be lost in
a slave to this rap
Get a shovel for them cats
I will six feet deep artists
It go industry rule number 4000 and 80 something
Record labels, they ain't
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent
I know I done you
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)
Written by hughie cannon (as released by patsy cline, September 14, 1964
Won't you come home, bill bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent
I know I done you
They could do with it okay? That was, whoa
A long time ago it's not that
Way anymore all decisions about
Who get signed and what happens
To the record
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
sanity
Be forgotten in a class
With your talent spilled on the trash
School Kills Artists
Be a workahollic fool
School Kills Artists
In a deep sorrowful
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
Yo, think I just found the first artist I'm gonna sign to DTA Records
This kid's next, his name is jxdn
Hit me back, peace
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