Lyrics:
lucky if you're on her plane
From Tokyo, to Mexico, to Rio
That girl's a trip, a one way ticket
Takes you miles high, so high
'Cause she's got
bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for
and hitting that wing stop
Sweating in what we
Knew was the pit we did it niggas
Time to take it to the next level
Billion dollar mindset to my
New found
I'll sometimes look at other artists who
Seem larger than life and wonder
"Am I not supposed to be here?"
I always knew I'd spend my whole life
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
when skies revolt
Finding a cure takes a toll
So let somebody try
To light the fire in your eyes
Let somebody try to light the fire
In a tortured artist
and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up, we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts 'fore niggas pop
We are the artists
We are the artists
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We
before I peddle a dime
Line for line, whose the best artist, the rest y'all garbage
But it's awkward, it's ass backwards, they still spinning your
Once upon a time
A record company had A&R people in
It who would take a chance, make a decision
Use their gut reaction, sign a group
And see what
something as glorious as artist lemonade
The last thing that we need's a heart and soul
So take your trusty knife and carve a decent-sized hole (in your
Artists : MHK Hannan
Lyric : MHK Hannan
Music arrangements - SJ Studio
Mix master - Sajid Sadat Khan
Colour & edit : MHK Hannan
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2 THE ARTIST WITH NO PEN
Music by Luca Boskovic Bonini
Lyrics by Marco Pivato
People gather round me
Listen to the music in my head
Playing in
eyeballin' the chicks, holdin' the mix
Gassed off of my shit, vibratin' the whip
One of these days and it won't be long (that's what you call it pa)
One
take over your life, yeah
Like woah
Sold out shows
Feelin' like Jackson
Feelin' like Ross
Blame it on Naz, cause he had me write songs
Took the long shot
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with dread
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keeps growing from here
Hey don’t look now, the New Artist of the Year
The planets align when I take center stage
Know it is my time, never gonna turn
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bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for
Bitch I am a artist Not a fuckin fan
Getten to the money duffle bag big bread
Mixen up the vocals the lyrics I spit be hot
Finish up the album
I see ya, oh yeah. We're all artists here
And after all
An artist has got to suffer hey
An artist has got to suffer
An artist has got to suffer
Am I
Who is Prophiavelli
Prophiavelli is the world's greatest music artist
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
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