Letra de The Arts (avant Garde)
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Mouse painting on the ceiling, drips on the floor
[?] my life meant more
Had an auction out in Paris [?]
[?] my life meant more
Had an auction out in Paris [?]
A million for the canvas, he put it in his palace
[?] never seen the campus
But I spoke to the masses [?] art classes
Different pairs of glasses that I always have to try on
My converse had [?] and dried on
Put my leave out [?] [?] for John Lennon, me and my friends cried on
I call the right songs, I call the boys
We took Polaroids with photo [?] overjoy.
Till the [?] go home, they will not avoid
Kids follow my slick models, pictures of thin models
Central Park lunch was [?]
[?] brought fifty [?]
Coca-Cola logos in term for Andy
Used to get [?] from Sammy.
We was the small family, gave me a vice when I was [?]
Later on, used to call her granny
Inanimate objects made accurate concepts
Pops kick me out, so I abandoned the projects
Train your [?] all day [?]
Slap next to [?] ink on my fingers
The [?] used to linger, a little more of paper got a [?] for my diva
I think like Diva, fact that we're living, I [?] Mona Lisa.
The arts!
The right words, and cipher, and night [?]
They call me mouse, the mice hurt, my life burn
A bright nerd who like girls with nice curves
Love [?] he like Burke.
Cover in New Yorker, article in The Times
Exhibit at the [?] drawn out of design.
Big daddy can't have fame
I left train, started flying over seas, I was born on the planes [?]
I took the Martin King photo [?] on the balcony [?]
Red alert, he was all next, oh yes
Out from the [?] where we saw Vietnam vets
[?] ain't even by his [?] yet [?]
They sit in front of elbows and [?]
I used to not have a [?]
But I just paid [?] for a gallery and a [?]
Now would you call that vanity?
Moment of clarity, good on top of women's anatomy
[?] on top of your breasts, and put your mouths on top of a tit, shit!
Nigger, I'm flying, I'm on top of my shit, no!
I'm flying, I'm on top of my shit!
From 83 to 89 I made it mine
[?] in a dark alley that make you shine
[?] dark shades, I pray the God
Conemporary I'm Van Gogh, a crazy drive
Crack pipes in the streets was like [?]
Homies who got felonies applaud me
Come on soon, I'm telling you my story
Mouse!
[?] never seen the campus
But I spoke to the masses [?] art classes
Different pairs of glasses that I always have to try on
My converse had [?] and dried on
Put my leave out [?] [?] for John Lennon, me and my friends cried on
I call the right songs, I call the boys
We took Polaroids with photo [?] overjoy.
Till the [?] go home, they will not avoid
Kids follow my slick models, pictures of thin models
Central Park lunch was [?]
[?] brought fifty [?]
Coca-Cola logos in term for Andy
Used to get [?] from Sammy.
We was the small family, gave me a vice when I was [?]
Later on, used to call her granny
Inanimate objects made accurate concepts
Pops kick me out, so I abandoned the projects
Train your [?] all day [?]
Slap next to [?] ink on my fingers
The [?] used to linger, a little more of paper got a [?] for my diva
I think like Diva, fact that we're living, I [?] Mona Lisa.
The arts!
The right words, and cipher, and night [?]
They call me mouse, the mice hurt, my life burn
A bright nerd who like girls with nice curves
Love [?] he like Burke.
Cover in New Yorker, article in The Times
Exhibit at the [?] drawn out of design.
Big daddy can't have fame
I left train, started flying over seas, I was born on the planes [?]
I took the Martin King photo [?] on the balcony [?]
Red alert, he was all next, oh yes
Out from the [?] where we saw Vietnam vets
[?] ain't even by his [?] yet [?]
They sit in front of elbows and [?]
I used to not have a [?]
But I just paid [?] for a gallery and a [?]
Now would you call that vanity?
Moment of clarity, good on top of women's anatomy
[?] on top of your breasts, and put your mouths on top of a tit, shit!
Nigger, I'm flying, I'm on top of my shit, no!
I'm flying, I'm on top of my shit!
From 83 to 89 I made it mine
[?] in a dark alley that make you shine
[?] dark shades, I pray the God
Conemporary I'm Van Gogh, a crazy drive
Crack pipes in the streets was like [?]
Homies who got felonies applaud me
Come on soon, I'm telling you my story
Mouse!
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