Lyrics:
like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
If you ask for the pussy, and she always in the red
They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
If your P.O. make
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,
to say
Kid Smith, yeah
Kid Smith will take you to the mountain
Rock n' roll
You have technicians here, making noise
No one is a musician
They're
to say
Kid smith, yeah
Kid smith will take you to the mountain
Rock n' roll
You have technicians here, making noise
No one is a musician
They are
T-H-E-F-I-R-E-B-U-T-I-N-T-H-I-S-E-C-O-N-O-M-Y-I-T
'-L-L-H-A-V-E-T-O-D-O-M-Y-N-A-M-E-I-S-L-E-N-N-Y
(What! What! What! What!)
No wait, that's gross
You're drowning us out at times
No excuse
N O E X C U S E
People who are artists
You are musicians
You are dancers
You are Singers
And you're
Tiritas pa' este coraz?n part?o
Tiri-ti-tando de fr?o
Tiritas pa' este coraz?n part?o
Pa' este coraz?n
Ya lo ves que no hay dos sin tres
Que la vida
bem,
Acredite no final feliz...
Meu amor... Meu amor...
Chegar de fingir
Eu não tenho nada a esconder
Agora é pra valer, haja o que
baby, just be honest
Don't be tryna play me, I'm an artist, baby, I'm an artist
Baby, I'm an artist (and I'm sensitive about my shit)
I been tryna make
which artists have
been separating for so long and brought them together purposely ... ."
Props n pounds
Props n pounds
Love 4 one another is
station you play?
SP:
No, I'm a artis
O:
Artist, a you paint house, you paint...what you paint?
SP:
No, No, No, musical artist
O:
Music artist, you play
New York City, N.Y.C.,
Pretty mean when it wants to be,
Black leather, knee-hole pants,
Can't play no high school dance,
Fuzz tone, hear 'em go,
Hear
New York City, N.Y.C.,
Pretty mean when it wants to be,
Black leather, knee-hole pants,
Can't play no high school dance,
Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear
Sunt un luptator, sunt un artist
Am trecut prin multe, dar n-am fost invins
Rafala de vibe-uri, lupt pentru vis
O sa ajung fix ce mi-am promis
Sunt
I'll tell you what love is
And this is no lie
Love is a five letter word spelled M-O-N-E-Y
And love without money
Is like the shirt without the tie
alright without you
I'm gonna stay out
And play out without you
You better hold tight
This girl's night's without you
Let's go, G-N-O
Let's go,
alright without you
I'm gonna stay out
And play out without you
You better hold tight
This girl's night's without you
Let's go, G-N-O
Let's go,
Bitch, Acu-s rich
Imi zic peste si sunt fish
Dau si eu sa ies din matrix
Sper sa nu dau de vreun glitch
Ea ma place sunt artist
Eu n-o vreau sunt
Georgia O Keefe
Georgia peaches
Doing nothing but your painting
For forever
Forget teachers
Forgive him for ever leaving
Love is rising
No
I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit,
New York City N.Y.C.
Pretty mean when it want to be
Black leather, kneehole pants,
Can't play no highschool dance,
Fuzz tone, hear'em go, hear' em
car I'm sleeping in"
Tabs with unlimited O's
New clothes, bloody nose
Powders and walking back home
Has he got enough weed? No
Broken phone, retching
Now you want some more
We're S-H-O-PP-I-N-G, we're shopping
It's easy when you got all the information
Inside help, no investigation
(No
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