Lyrics:
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
change artist
Always in the mood for a change
Baby you're a quick change artist
Everybody knows they won't see you again
(Cause) You're a quick
the artist's soon
A never-ending flow – the artist's style, the artist's soon
The secrets you will know
You are the second in the time
I see your dreams, you see
it down for Sean P, he control the crooks
You my muslim brother, and my other brother
Like my mother's son, see you in heaven brother
Real artists
complete artist"
[Quik] Doin much damage see-P-T style
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
Most complete artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[Quik] Yo fuck the bridge
the
Currents of his time
This is not a popular role
Yet in retrospect, we see how the artist's
Fidelity has strengthened
The fibre of our national life
If
a various artist compilation
But it's just me and HB and this shit take concentration
Niggas know I don't drop this often, so cherish it (so cherish it)
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
see the pain
As another opportunity
To add onto their fame
You can't love an artist
Can't love an artist
Please don't love an artist
It will only cause
I see ya, oh yeah. We're all artists here
And after all
An artist has got to suffer hey
An artist has got to suffer
An artist has got to suffer
Am I
When I go out with artists
They talk about language and the Cubists and the Dadaists
And I try to catch their meanings
And keep up with all
to be able just to pay the price
The price it took to set him free
I never heard a single "thank you" at all
You'd think by now I could see
All
the Ripper, back in business
Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a f', bitch
It's not just 'cause you lack attention
It's because you worship
the parkin' lot (yeah)
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots (yeah)
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (not)
I'm hard as a motherfucker, Scott
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)
thirty
But I'm Ruger, squirty
Language and this loofah dirty
I don't see another artist on a nigga level
When I get to go to get it started, I'ma hit
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.
I gaze at Your moon and Your stars
Mounted like jewels in their setting
I know You are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all
When I look up
Do you enjoy your sight inside?
Disconnect and let me drift,
Until my upside down is right side in.
Society must let the artist go,
To wander
was seventeen that spring
Ah, we were just obeying orders
Ah, I still see everything
Through the factory's yellow windows
In the dirty stinking
bitch rich
Reminiscing on my past, damn it brings me to tears
See the more money that comes in, the more I disappear
Fresh to death, the latest kicks,
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