Lyrics:
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,
cut your hair
Ain't no joke, ain't no place for kids
When the flags are high, hear the battle cry
Treaty gone, see the bandits fly
Dig the trench,
for)
And not to war
Bass
(Talkin' about freedom)
The rewards that we share will
Be based on what's fair
And not the curliness or the
Thick of our hair
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
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
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
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
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
The war was lost
The treaty signed
I was not caught
I crossed the line
I was not caught
Though many tried
I live among you
Well disguised
on the letter
I vowed not to cry anymore
If we survived the Great War
You drew up some good faith treaties
I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone
artist
And everybody knows you by a different name
I didn't catch your first name
I didn't get your last
I didn't hear too much what was said
My
a garage band
In high school with the
Intentions of just making music for
The love of it we
Met Taylor and our friend Jason
Clark at our school and
Found out
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle are
Uh
BTS
Chun Li
You can call me artist (artist)
You can call me idol (idol)
아님 어떤 다른 (다른)
뭐라 해도 I don't care (I don't care)
I'm proud
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
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist e'er could paint
White faced cattle lowin'
And there's plenty of artists around
Painters, steal cars, poets, nicked guitars
'Cause we're out of the black and we're into the red
So give us this day our
look easy (yeah)
Everywhere you turn, you see me, you hear me
Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D
No time to call a peace treaty
Dial 911,
in a rock and roll band
A thousand pictures can be drawn from one word
Only who is the artist, we got to agree
A thousand miles can lead so many ways
look easy (yeah)
Everywhere you turn, you see me, you hear me
Believe me, before you see my pistol in 3-D
No time to call a peace treaty
Dial 911,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
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