Lyrics:
back now
His smile a twig and his nose a cucumber
His eyes two pinecones looking out
We got pictures of him like two little kids laughing
In the snow
pineapple cake santa lube twinkie
Uh heroes don't die
Big, big chungus skips stars swords
Lil pinecone this missing the homies
Waylon's Girlfriend Mykala wash
of, you know, the artist's journey
You know, and why we do what we do
And that's a really big thing for me as of late
Like, not doin' work to feel
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
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
Well, that's actually why I'm here
I was gonna put out some new music
And I wanted to play it for you and get your opinion
Do I really need to hear it?
more, nigga)
'Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin' with no strings
it from Birdman out of his Miami spot
I told the bitch don't call me, she a Miami thot
They hate to see you rackin', big gold Patek's rose gold
Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[Rick] Me and Nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are Billboard charters
[Rick]
And even if it ain't
I really think that it don't matter
In the Matrix
They won't savor it
But won't touch it unless I flavor it
No favorite, but I'm favored
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
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
You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their models
You can comb through the Rome coliseum
And the rear
when I drop a mixtape
Both of us will win if I get a big break
Broke nigga dick, baby, had a long day
Tryna get rich, buy you Dolce
And Gabbana,
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
beaks, shocks
(Nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating)
Tornados, crockpots, kumquats, baseballs, plants both big and small
Oysters,
You don't really get why I'm so pissed? Understand this (Understand this)
I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shit, yes I'm
We're fragile
at the big sky
You never really understood me
You never really tried
That cloud, that cloud
It looks like Ireland
C'mon and blow it a kiss now
But
Once there was a time we only knew what was fun
And so come December when the nights fall faster
But I'll try to remember
And I really missed how we
The big things
The big things
When I started this
All I wanted was cars and cribs
Like other rap artists but
Do I know where I'm goin' to?
Can I
loved you, that was really in the past tense
I remember that I told you I get your true fears, that I get around
Mentioned havin' us a kid, 42 hit, I
MANI SHERON BIG SONG 2 CAPSULE ,GALLN SADIYAN ,BLENDER ,BAGGI BAGGI,SARE RANG,DABNA DABAUNA ALL BIG ARTIST
something to be involved in, something too big to ignore.
It is our function as artists to make the spectator to see the world our way,
not his way.
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