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Billie Eilish
Billie Eilish
Billie Eilish
Billie Eilish
Billie Eilish
Billie Eilish
Billie Eilish
Billie Eilish
Billie Eilish
Billie Eilish
Billie
young heiress
I’m gonna make her fall in love with me
And live the good life for free
Woah woah woah i’m gonna be an artist
We’ll take a trip to South
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
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
And you say New York City
Uh-huh, put your hands together
Young, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yes (yes)
I'm from the '80s
Home of the heroin
Era
And you say New York City
Uh-huh, put your hands together
Young, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yes (yes)
I'm from the '80s
Home of the heroin
Era
breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth
Billie
their own song and their own beats and Stuff
(Facts facts) like
Like (talking about the producers too)
Young artists special and that's why I love young
the good that I did was for nothing (ah)
All the good that I did was for nothing
Why don't I just let it be?
I'm thankful to young lovers
New York
I wrote this song for Louise Nevelson, the sculptor,
Also Billie Holiday, and a group of kick-ass women artists.
Sappho was a poet
Billie was
'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody move
Two words, BK, NY, Bed-Stuy
Two harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why
These
Tou envolvido numa situação
Vou acabar na depressão
Tou com a louca Billie Eilish
Billie Eilish, Billie Eilish
Billie Eilish, Billie Eilish
Billie
and walked back to the house to eat
And mama hollered at the backdoor why'all remember to wipe your feet
And then she said I got the news this mornin' from
She's young and soft and kind
And she deserves a who-ole lot be-etter
Than a guitar pickin' drifter
Who never ga-a-ave a damn
And if loving me is
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)
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LUNCH
Billie Eilish
BIRDS OF A FEATHER
Billie Eilish
Oh, wouldn't that be
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
breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth
Billie
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
Billie Eilish and the Beatles
cre invading my TV
Billie Eilish and the Beatles
cre making fun of me
Billie Eilish
cnd the Beatles
From an eyelash
and walked back to the house to eat
And mama hollered out the back door, y'all, remember to wipe your feet
And then she said, I got some news this mornin'
What is art? You know, what is art?
Is art something gay people do to get back at their fathers? Could be
What is an artist?
What makes a great
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