Lyrics:
Went to college, studied arts
To be an artist make a start
Studied hard, gettin' my degree
But no one seemed to notice me
Painter man, painter
Went to college, studied arts
To be an artist make a start
Studied hard, gettin' my degree
But no one seemed to notice me
Painter man, painter
Went to college, studied arts To be an artist make a start Studied hard, gettin' my degree But no one seemed to notice me Painter man, painter
Went to college, studied arts
To be an artist make a start
Studied hard, gettin' my degree
But no one seemed to notice me
Painter man, painter
Went to college, studied arts
To be an artist make a start
Studied hard, gettin' my degree
But no one seemed to notice me
Painter man, painter
Went to college, studied arts
To be an artist make a start
Studied hard, gettin' my degree
But no one seemed to notice me
Painter man, painter
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
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His
the weasel
Round about the farmer's barn
The mice begin to missile
But when they poked there noses out
Pop! Goes the weasel
The painter works
a zip lock
From Spazzola to this purest form of Hip Hop
Here's something to advertise, promoter keep the fans satisfied
Load data for the disc drive,
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)
Ladies and gentlement
We're out in front of the dallas county court house
Where the Kirk Franklin verses the state of the world case is about
Of romance
There's a chapel Sacre Coure in quaint Montmarte
In the open air, the painters show their art
In the restaurant sip a beaujolies
What
When evening chores are over at our rach house on the plains
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
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