Lyrics:
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
fans, love my dance and my what
내 속 안엔 (내 속 안엔)
몇십, 몇백 명의 내가 있어
오늘 또 다른 날 맞이해 (맞이해)
어차피 전부 다 나이기에 (나이기에)
고민보다는 걍 달리네 (달리네)
Runnin' man, runnin'
colors show the glory
Of the Master Artist's plan
Built by god for those who love Him
Those who trust the great "I am"
Those who trust the great "I am"
was peddling 'caine
In the, form of crack, she said that was a no-no
Cause it's a poor man's girl, and I will never give love
To how fast heroine,
thang (I do my thang)
I love myself (I love myself, I love myself)
I love my fans, love my dance and my what
俺の中に 色んな自分が何人もいる
今日も違う自分がいて
Fans that were buyin' I
They're cryin', "Why
Does he have to get bigger and flow with artists from mainstream?"
Good music reaches all and he's creating
You can't love an artist
Without becoming a muse
Without reliving your heartache
In the other person's shoes
You can't love an artist
Cause they only
love my fans, love my dance and my what
내 속 안엔 (내 속 안엔)
몇십, 몇백 명의 내가 있어
오늘 또 다른 날 맞이해 (맞이해)
어차피 전부 다 나이기에 (나이기에)
고민보다는 걍 달리네 (달리네)
Runnin' man,
road, a constant struggle
And a true labor of love
To not only convince my peers and the
Public that I could be an artist
But to actually get that art
myself)
I love my fans, love my dance and my what
내 속 안엔 (내 속 안엔)
몇십, 몇백 명의 내가 있어
오늘 또 다른 날 맞이해 (맞이해)
어차피 전부 다 나이기에 (나이기에)
고민보다는 걍 달리네 (달리네)
is me
You gotta know once you dive in, into the shallows of me
We are the artists
Fear love is danger, keep loving strangers
Hoping to take another
Don't you understand what that means?
It means quit lusting after your neighbor
That's a heck of a life
You get to love your children in front
is where we remain
Your love, your love, baby
This is all I desire
And if you really understand me
Baby then help me fan my fire
Sometimes a song can
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
Dearest Esmeralda, in another age
Antiques would be modern, we would be the rage
Silk would be in fashion, we would dress in lace
Love would be
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
herself
Find comfort with a stranger and sing
She never took much notice
In the courtesy of kings
She had pictures of Cuban artists
And paintings from
Morning fields of amber gray
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
To all my fans
Love 50 Cent
Happy Valentine's Day, hmmm
To all my fans
Love 50 Cent
Happy Valentine's Day, hmmm
To all my fans
Love 50 Cent
Happy Valentine's Day, hmmm
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
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