Lyrics:
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
the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's a fox
He's a flim flam man
Everybody wants him
The people and the police
And all the pretty ladies
can spot an artist every time
Did the darkness and the stars witness
What happened long ago
Did the darkness and the stars witness
What happened
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
A man will rise
A man will fall
From the sheer face of love
Like a fly from a wall
It's no secret at all
Love, we shine like a
Burning star
We're
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
A man will rise
A man will fall
From the sheer face of love
Like a fly from a wall
It's no secret at all
Love, we shine like a
Burning star
We're
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)
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart
it's no secret at all
It's no secret that the stars
Are falling from the sky
The universe expolded 'cause one
Man told a lie look, I gotta go
Yeah I'm
place to fall
no no no no he never stumbles, 'cause the man got no place to fall
He's nobody's child, an the law can't touch him at all
He wears
the blues 'bout miss so and so
And her son's got the blue about me
I got mean things
I got mean things all on my mind
Lil' girl, lil' girl
I got mean things
wife doesn't understand
His son is working for the Daily Mail
It's a steady job
But he wants to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback
yeah
Whoa, all these broken hearts on that pole
Man, if pole dancing's an art, you know how many fuckin' artists I know?
Got some new bills in
自分をさらけ出していく
悩まないぜ先へ
Runnin' man, runnin' man, runnin' man, bruh
Oh why you all 何を騒いでるの?
(Talkin', talkin', talkin')
I do what I do だから構うなもう
(Damn it,
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And daily struggle for all human beings
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