Lyrics:
To my Metal Face bros with
Stomachs of cast iron who been in to win and
Blast to the last siren
On the slow-mo the calm artist
With the so-so chick
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
to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this
Artist reality transforming from ones rumination of mastering
just flew two hoes in, oh how time flies, clip it's wings
Make you spit that safe combination, out like Listerine
And even though I'm not an artist
Artist : Joan Baez
Song : Love Is Just A Four Letter Word
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend
Artist - somebody didn't hear me
(What'd he say?)
Artist - formerly known as Prince
You gotta get your peace on
Peace, whoa oh
Peace
That's what
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way
A sad day for aspiring artists
Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle
Diggin'
an artist I'm a fucking work of art
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing missing is a bitch like you
You wanted perfect
You got
of doubt
Even when you bitches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count
Only time I ever been out and about is
Driving around town with
ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
Over love
rust, could not burn them up.
Recruited some gremlins.
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had
threaten you with it,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.
It's many a guard
That stands around smilin',
Holdin' his club
Like he was a king.
[Chorus:]
Look,
If You A Girl With The Aspirations
Of Being In The Background Witcha Asses Shakin
Hittin Clubs And Skippin Out On The Class You Takin
the sh-, bi-
To think it was you at one time I worshiped, sh-
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go
All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
Vocals recorded by artist in studio
already through
Why did I become a musician
Oh why did I become a musician
Everyone getting high on hip hop beats
Everyone sucking off the big artists
Oh
found me yet
My friend is an artist
Doesn't fit in
Lost a front tooth
Can't keep a job
But the things you make
Are so beautiful
They bring me joy
understand I ain't no macho man
But I know how to write one hell of a song
Yeah, I'm a shy young man with a real big heart
I still haven't found where I
ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
Over love
to cook your broccoli
The other side of takeout is mildew on rice
And an obsession with the past is like a kid flying
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