We sit together on the sofa With the music way down low I waited so long for this moment It's hard to think it's really so The door is locked there's
Translation: Art Company. Ballin '.
Translation: Art Company. Nobody Relates.
Translation: Art Company. Don't See The Signs.
Translation: Art Company. Chanson D'amour (Song Of Love).
ck with me, don't f-ck with me Don't f-ck with me, don't f-ck with me [Drake - Verse 1] I got car money, fresh start money I want Saudi money, I want art
without beats To say whatever I went through or going through Tripping off people who acting like they been knowin' you Learn how some of these record companies
, you 1987, I was at the Latin Quarters Listenin' to Africa Bambaata give the order The call of the order was to avoid the slaughter He said, "Record companies
Hey, Kool-Aid and frozen pizza It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa Dream of rocking crowds See me filling up arenas This weed got me laughing
shoulder like the never happened Actin' so thuggish like they tough like Tinactin It's rubbish, it's all bubble gum to me Nobody bumpin' me stoppin' by your record company
in your beds We'll invade your homes We're sick of modern art We're sick, sick, sick of modern art Famous photo image Broken television set Car crash, cat crash company
can keep a man stuck inside the fear of outside. The cannibal clerks that make mistakes only to blame themselves on you. Grease in the palms of giant companies
Morning, Brian! BRIAN Hi, Kate Monster. KATE MONSTER How's life? BRIAN Disappointing! KATE MONSTER What's the matter? BRIAN The caterine company
feeling I might make, A difference to the human race! [Kate] Morning Brian! [Brian] Hi, Kate Monster [Kate] How's life? [Brian] Disappointing [Kate] What's the matter? [Brian] The catering company
I might make, A difference to the human race! [Kate] Morning Brian! [Brian] Hi, Kate Monster [Kate] How's life? [Brian] Disappointing [Kate] What's the matter? [Brian] The catering company
the name of art goes on a sphere Lipstick on the collar of a wet man coming home Mystery travels in pairs I ride side car And I love company And where
thine ancient gate, Thy robe is grey Thy robe is grey Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle, Where linger yet the Lonely Companies; Kortirion
patterson ? ? The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouths-off Retali' and swear he could damage em dunn But that will shatter his mom's faith In the art
