Lyrics:
Who studies honesty with wilder-gaze
While through it's oddity must
It's wings take flight!
Through alchemy the artist's mind's a maze, a
Labyrinth
place to fall
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall
She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all
She wears an Egyptian ring, it
place to fall
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall
She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all
She wears an Egyptian ring, it
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
place to fall
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall
She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all
She wears an Egyptian ring, it
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
I think some things I never say
Like, "Who uses typewriters
to turn around and walk away
But all the hate, I call it "Walk on Water" gate
I've had as much as I can tolerate
I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done
had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless, I can't help feeling
We could have had it all (you're gonna wish you never had met me)
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,
Once upon a time
A record company had A&R people in
It who would take a chance, make a decision
Use their gut reaction, sign a group
And see what
The life and land around you is good, so good, so good
You never had it so good, you never had it so good
You never had it so good, you never had
Somebody from Queens brought it live tonight
You see a lot of Bronx acts, a lot of Brooklyn acts but you never see Queens acts in the fever really
But
now they see
That the artist had a vision
That the wind could set us free
It's a bridge until tomarrow
Taking us beyond the sun
As the artist
were sent
Out for placement
On other artists records that were never
Intended to represent me notwithstanding
I am a chill bro as well as a sage
Zen
it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless, I can't help feeling
We could have had it all (you're gonna wish you never had met me)
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,
a bargain
Like I bought it
From target
Hip hop is my supermarket
Shoppin' cart full of fake hip hop artists
I'm starvin' soarin' I gotta eat early
And I
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
I think some things I never say
Like, "Who uses typewriters
a various artist compilation
But it's just me and HB and this shit take concentration
Niggas know I don't drop this often, so cherish it (so cherish it
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
little shit you're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should have talked to me more often
Than you did, but no
You had to go
Your own way,
of the rip-offs and the jive
Or did he sing his song one night and lose the will to write
It never was a business deal, this thing with your guitar
It always
day.
Man you know she never came back.
I am the artist.
I paint a picture for you.
I am the artist.
Bunny took a job here in Houston.
Said it had
He was an artist and a writer
And a poet and a friend
In a man's life he will take a fall
But how low he goes it just depends
He's shooting
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