Lyrics:
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to Beyoncé Homecoming 2018
(Beyoncé! Beyoncé! Beyoncé! Beyoncé! Beyoncé! Beyoncé!)
in her hair
Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little
and his wife
And he was beautiful
A proper artist with a knife
But they transported him for life
And he was beautiful
Barker, his name was
Benjamin
in her hair
Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little
Transported? What was his crime?
Foolishness
He had this wife, you see
Pretty little thing
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string
Poor
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
Let me guess, another album about, "Poor me
I'm so famous, it has ruined my rich little life
And I'm such a tortured artist, let me make music about
in her hair
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action
in her hair
Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little
I am Beyoncé
I am Beyoncé
I am Beyoncé
All I know is if the Grammys want
Real artists to keep coming back, they need
To stop playing with us we ain't gonna
Play with them no more 'Flawless
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,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Um, he came on the scene,
He's already impacted the scene in a way
Where a lot of other artists are trying to do exactly what he does
And trying
Stella she gave me a state of grace
I'm armour plated 4 inches thick
Now all I got was a little taste
I'm gibbering like a lunatic
Stella
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
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually you're never charged
But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artists
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
On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin
In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'
'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, I hung my jeans
Oh yes he was, sing with me
Poor Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
And three children
They were oh so brave
But that dirty little coward
He
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