Lyrics:
Jesus" is a song of pure delight featuring John Barbee
The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery
Gives a special interpretation
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
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
Pure love, baby it's pure love
Milk and honey and Captain Crunch and you in the morning
Pure love baby it's pure love
Ninety-nine and forty-four
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
can't fade me
"for America's most complete artist"
"Quik.." "What kind of name is that for a nigga?"
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete
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
got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
Got
pure heron
Bartender bring the bottles of Rose
That bitch like me but I don’t give a fuck
Bitch nigga smelling like good weed
Crush the hashish look I
Yeah
Out of sight, you're out of mind, you're out of luck
It's like nobody even care if you be 'round
Why I fall off with my niggas when I'm up?
Pure love
Baby, it's pure love
Milk and honey and Captain Crunch
And you in the morning
Pure love
You're the picture of pure love
Ninety-nine
Pure love, baby it's pure love
Milk and honey and Captain Krunch and you in the morning
Pure love baby it's pure love
Ninety-nine and forty-four
feelings, what's wrong with niggas
Forgetting silence is still a response
The way the blood paint the wall you can tell he really an artist
I get it like
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
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)
Ae Ganpat
Dekh Na Kaon
Chu**** Aaya hai ?
Sir Main Chu**** Nahi Hun
Sir Main Artist Hoon
Chote Shehar Se Ane Wala
Main Artist Hoon
Saraswati Maa Ka
shoulders
Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is making it colder
Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
And you wonder why we turn
Sex with me, so amazing
All this hard work, no vacation
Stay up off my Instagram, pure temptation
Hit a switch on a fake nigga, like a station
Black car, but the cocaine seats all white
King Push
You niggas just findin' La Madrina (Pure white cocaine)
I've been sellin' dope from La Marina (Pure
Oh, the agony, the ecstasy,
The heart of creativity.
A burning flame that never dies,
In the agony, the artist’s cries.
With every stroke,
brought these niggas to the game
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley
I just want
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