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
do
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
And decide the words I say?
'Cause I'd
easily
Have you ever been to a birthday party for children
And one of the children won't stop screaming
'Cause he's just a little attention attractor
The illest
飲み干せ just like ディオニュソス
片手に酒 もう片手にテュルソス
透明なクリスタルグラス中 揺れる芸術
芸術も酒 飲めば酔うぜ fool
You dunno, you dunno, you dunno
What to do with
I'ma show you 別の
made it look sexy
They won't take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element
Damned if I do, if I don't (yuh)
Goddamn us all if you won't (yuh)
get to be a Special guest artist
Special guest artist
Special guest artist
Special guest artist
Special guest artist
I won't be defeated is what
painting box
And your oils and brushes and your artist's smocks
What'll you do if the Muse gets lost
When I'm gone
You painted me in the way you said you
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.
(Chorus)
More than a thousand words won't say
More than my life will not repay
More than a thousand things I do
Won't make it up to You
(Verse 2)
I
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
Is someone who lets you help
It's no secret that a liar
Won't believe anyone else
They say a secret is something
You tell one other person what do you
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 mother fucker
Nah, its not all about the money Najee
Don't get me wrong you're a great person, you do a lot, you have a huge heart
I understand you got
no hachi
Told me tuck her legs and drill
Til she scream out no mas, Najee
Give her plus
Go to work
Flooding up
On her Versace
In her guts
I go berserk
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
of these days and it won't be long (Chef!)
Yo I'm sicker than the V12
With cracks in the Rolly jumper all we do is Drink fuckin' Drive
Real niggas raise
the contradiction is, i do
Fight for artists, but in
That fight I somehow
Was disrespectful to artists iI didn’t
Know how to say
The right thing the perfect thing i
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
Grandpa said to cousin Jed
Sitting on the porch,
"I won't retire
But I might retread."
Seems like that guy singin' this song
Been doing it for
to the side, regardless
An' just be role models, parents, artists
We can make a change an' we can make it the hardest
If you gon' make the babies, you make
Gotta keep stick on side ya
Ima pit, but i'm fly like a bird
Hit the hole real hard like Najee
A few racks gone keep her silent
Know i'm looking like
Grandpa said to cousin Jed
Sittin' on the porch,
"I won't retire
But I might retread."
"Seem like that guy singin' this song
Been doing it for
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