Lyrics:
Artist reality transforming from ones rumination of mastering
Spin me round, roll me over, fuckin' circus
Stab it down, one way needle, pulled so slowly
Drains and spills, soaks the pages, fills their
to the pulse of the stage
I found my place an artist in life's grandest page
Through the lens of illusion I painted my days
In the cities of light I wandered
before Mitch Bade
This laid, the foundation for me to get paid
This day, you can still hear that gangster on a sick page
Now I'm flyin' high but dyin's, my
J’ai roulé l’écorce
Dompté l’orignal
Monté sur sa bosse
Rodéo boréal
J’ai conquis La Vérendrye
À dos de ruminant
Laurence d’Abitibi
S’est lancé sur
Down in Piccadilly down in West One
They dress like Laurence Harvey
The immaculate son
She looks good and lovely
A sight for all to see
With a voice
been in the poem of many a poet
And I reside in the art of many a artist
Some of your smartest have tried to articulate
My whole part in this
But
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All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
Vocals recorded by artist in studio
There I was, in this room, with all these amazing artists
and all I could think is, I don't have enough followers on Spotify or YouTube to even
Silly on the beat
I've got something to tell you
Something's changed, something's changed
My artist page is moving on
You're not gonna find me here
Vin about to kill again
Ay, woah, bout time that I got this started
Ay, woah
Blood drip on the page I'm an artist
Ay, woah, my soul for the fame
We'll be close as pages in a book
My love and I
So close, we can share a single look
Share every sigh
So close that before I hear your laugh
of pages black with photographs that take me back
I hide the dreams that used to be here in my book of memories
The photograph that shows a bride and a man
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
on competition
To flip another page of Corinthians
I see stars when I write these sentences
Words crash cars when I write these sentences
Open jail bars for my
page
Oh Lord, I thank the Lord above
My life has been saved, eaah eah
Here we go
Tellin' lies
Here we go
Here we go
We're right back where we
a loser, pathetic
Maybe tomorrow will be better
But I'm stuck on the page
But I'm stuck on the page
But I'm stuck on the page
I'm a half-read story,
Spin me round roll me over
Fuckin' circus
Stab it down one way needle
Pulled so slowly
Drains and spills, soaks the pages fills their sponges
Spin me round roll me over
Fuckin' circus
Stab it down one way needle
Pulled so slowly
Drains and spills, soaks the pages fills their sponges
it seems
Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page
Same old rat race, life in the same old cage
I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't
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