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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,
of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with
Told him put the huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, dat way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take
Little Suzy Greenberg, with her head caved in.
Soon to let me drown beneath the undertow.
Aughta put that woman in a looney bin,
Cause you know
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with dread
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
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
drown beneath the undertow
You better put that woman in a loony bin
'Cause you know I'd really like to be a part of her show
Suzy is an artist, she
Well the County Fair left quite a mess
In the county yard
Kids with eyes as big as dollars
Rode all the rides
Strip artists and con artists
Put
what she was dealin' out
I'd have dealt it back
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, and who knows what else?
She's got
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
shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
D-O-T my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
I been stomped out in front of my
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