Lyrics:
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This
or hints
For traces of the craftsman's fingerprints
I don't know who made the snowflake
So intricate sublime
But I can spot an artist every time
Oh, I
(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
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,
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This
We are not the same I am a martian
And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas
Lock load ready to aim at any target
I can get your brains for
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
You are the one
The prophets spoke of you
You will become
The artist's style, the artist's soon
Part of something whole – the artist's style,
to be anounced
They're getting ready
Yeah I think their getting ready to go into the court room
Mr. Franklin, how can you say you promote christian
Carl Thomas
Lock, load, ready to aim at any target
I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target
Hip hop is my supermarket
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
They drove me up the hill, Thomas
I am the man
They made me carry the cross, Thomas
I am the man
I am the man, Thomas
I am the man
Look at these
artist
And everybody knows you by a different name
I didn't catch your first name
I didn't get your last
I didn't hear too much what was said
My
artists, they were on the run
I got them out to California
One was gifted and the other was fun
Merchants will always be merchants, of course
But
his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
Yes, closer to the heart, yeah, oh
Whoa, whoa
You can be the captain
And I will draw
and a half ago (I got hella bitches)
And look where I've gone now (like I'm)
Put a little fuckin' dedication into it (like I'm Thomas)
Look where you can get
My back has been broke, and I can still walk
So be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it
And if you get it, then you just might
some of yours
Double park, double park, parallel park
Then I pick up that Backwood and spark
So many artist can't even say where
But they picked up
Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
Entertainers like to seem complicated
But we're not complicated
I can explain it pretty
his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
Yes, closer to the heart, yeah, oh
Whoa, whoa
You can be the captain
And I will draw
Don't you fret and pout
This story has a happy ending
Even though for now
[Chorus]
This Romeo ain't got Julie yet
I love you so and you can bet
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