Lyrics:
I sold my soul for billie eilish
Look at my dark stylish witch
My life is true black
Now i have big scar on my hand
I sold my soul for billie eilish
A screever's an artist of 'ighest degree
And it's all me own work
From me own memory
Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey
Chim chim cher-oo!
I draws what I
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
The artist finishes his work every time he exhibits The encounter of harmony with the gaze of another artist The emotion transmitted by the gaze
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
competitive
It comes from the heart
Y'all say I work hard
Pshh
I work smart
Work with my heart
But Not on my sleeve yeah
Bllie Jean Billie Jean rest in peace
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
She stolen my heart like a fiend
Her eyes reflecting the sea
My girl is not Billie Jean
More Billie Eilish's dream
I made her cry for the scene
I'm
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
Whisper your song
Two truths and a lie
You're a sight for the soarest eyes
One must consider this a work of art and a collection
as an artist, I‘ll
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
the artist, the artist in me
The artist in me x3
VERSE 2
They tell him he shouldn't wait
To get a back up just in case
There's a slim chance he'll become
baby, just be honest
Don't be tryna play me, I'm an artist, baby, I'm an artist
Baby, I'm an artist (and I'm sensitive about my shit)
I been tryna make
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
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portriat I would stand
And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine hand
streets put me through colleges
Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
Dream only a dream if work don't follow it
Remind me of the homies that used
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
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Dear Till Family:
As a recording artist
I have always been interested in word play
My lyrics often reference people, places
And events in my music
putting in the hard work now, aye
Mama doesn't have to call work now, aye
I decide when I start work now, aye
Problems hit the gym, they all work out
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