Lyrics:
Gully Bop is the artist raised from the ghetto, Gully Bop, Bop
KAULAH BIDADARI KU
ARTIST MAHDY
KAULAH BIDADARI KU
to revolution
And I like Hip Hop, but never fight with a glock
I use my mind like a dull pencil, nigga what you thought?
A pity we don't love artists like
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Yes, closer to the heart
Philosophers and plowmen
Each must know
She an artist type
And I know all about other artist types
'Cause I'm an artist type
And she an archetype for the songs she write
She been out all
fed a family of four
For forty fucking fortnights
Forty fucking fortnights!
I am an artist
Please God, forgive me
I am an artist
Please don't
won't believe anyone else
They say a secret is something you tell one other person
So I'm telling you, child
Love, we shine like a burning star
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting sistine
Life Drawing artist
We are life drawing artist
Life Drawing artist
We are life drawing artist
우리는 예술가, 인생을 drawing
무엇을 원하든, 우리 손 안에 있지
We are
Life Drawing artist
We are life drawing artist
Life Drawing artist
We are life drawing artist
우리는 예술가, 인생을 drawing
무엇을 원하든, 우리 손 안에 있지
We are
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting Sistine
The vibe is different
In the studio with me
The ride mclaren
Fast as fast as it can be
Cooking up magic
Other artists came to see
The vibe is real
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
Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold
And everyone in friends
Amerikában szupersztár lennék
Csörögjetek ha kéne sztárvendég
Én lennék az új Justin Timberlake
Csinálj rólam egy fotót ha kéne
Csajozni,
and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Yes, closer to the heart
Philosophers and plowmen
Each must know
blow, soft clouds drift
By
Like some artists' canvas captured in
My eye
I am sure, I'm holding fast
I am dying for a lifetime that will last
But when my
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle are
nigga, make his mama throw a fundraiser
7 Mile popstar, bitch, I'm Justin Timberlake (wow)
Fuck nigga throwin' salt, but ain't never killed a player (oh
miles away
Pride is such a hard thing, it's such a price to pay
To be all alone in Paris with true love so far away
Up upon Mont Martre when she
The Artist in me paints pictures of you in my mind
The canvas of never ending love and perfecting like sweet tasty wine
The Artist in me thinks
is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I'm young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I'm persistent
I
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