Lyrics:
friends don't want to hurt me
But they told me that you burnt me
By that time you were ten miles ahead
(Cause) You're a quick change artist
Never do
life artist liiife artist life
Yow yow yow
A just the artist liiife artist life artist liiife artist
Artist artist
Bay ice round me neck me wrist it
Eilisen varjot piinaa, kuluttaa energiaa, ajatus luisuu harmauteen mitä tein ja miksi tein sen
Kärsimyksen tematiikkaa, mustaa magiaa, pirut nälvii
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
can't fade me
"for America's most complete artist"
"Quik.." "What kind of name is that for a nigga?"
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete
onnellinen onnettomuus
kohta tapahtuu
meidän ei pitänyt tehdä siitä numeroa
mut numeroissa ollaan kii
seinille maalatut pirut elävänä edessä nyt hyppii
Franklin, is it not true that you're not a christian artist
But a secular artist posing as a christian artist?
Excuse me Mr. Franklin
Remcg his work
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
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
The artist here is me
Don't love an artist
You can't love an artist
Don't love an artist (Don't love an artist)
Don't love an artist
Don't love an artist
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, he don't look back
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
He can take
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
Heartfelt
I feel my artist's heart art melt
And then my sentimental guard drops
Sending me searching for my heart mop
Heartfelt
I feel my artist's
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
Kylvöpelto palaa
Pirut tanssivat rovioissa
Huutakaa haurasta jumalaa
Ylistäkää saatanaa
Polta maa, huoraa
Myrkytä ilma
Käärme
Kuollut tuuli puhaltaa
fed a family of four
For forty fucking fortnights
Forty fucking fortnights!
I am an artist
Please God, forgive me
I am an artist
Please don't
(yeah, yeah)
(Desires for what you have, okay)
So, as He works deep in your heart
As you call out to Him, and say
I'm here doin' it, man
Help me want
When I go out with artists
They talk about language and the Cubists and the Dadaists
And I try to catch their meanings
And keep up with all
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,
skin
And when I feel it, you're wearing thin
But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon
Visions are making me stay
The artist pretending it's art
The question is where do you pay
Unpack my case one more
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon
Visions are making me stay
The artist pretending it's art
The question is where do you pay
Unpack my case one more
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