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my dreams are comin' true, that's somethin' I innately know
Labels feedin' artists soul diets like paleo
Meanwhile I'm feedin' myself
Had

has the heart of an artist
The soul of a poet
In the factory break room
He sketches portraits
Of tired men sitting down
He sees beauty all around

He

artists I get soul from) Yeah
(Still I move to the beat of my own drum) Music, you saved my life
(I'm an avenue and street away where Hov from) Oh
(Rest in

grub? 
Just as I suppose
I hear a holy hum of:

dust thy essence off! 
you are gladly so! 
you are biting none! 
softest teeth i know! 
its in the artist

mindful
Mama mild
With the artist's soul
And the Harpo smile
Mama mystic
From the valley town
Blessed to bed her babies down
Little fighter
Without fear

feel the warmth of the light of this life I've got
Just like a work of art
You've got me dreaming once again

You've an artist's soul and a dreamer's

And be the artist of my soul

Teach me Your words in Your cadence and rhyme.
O Lord of beauty, Lord of art,
Who gives a song for every heart,
carve out my

Overseas
Will reach it
Just like how Rizal's training
We can be
Anything
Your mind cages your artist soul
Defeat, still need it
It's not all about winning

this message in pop
Most of these artists souls locked
Got em' docked with the demons
Deals signed so they don’t have no freedom
That’s how it be yeah

Father was a fucking artist
Mother was an artist, too
Said son you’ll be an artist
There’s an artist’s soul in you
Don’t grow up and sell insurance

And play sports with my bro
My sister read my palms
And said we share an artist's soul

Let's fly away
Let's fly away
Let's fly away

You must've grown up

It all started with a piece of land
Eighty acres and a man with a plan
Architects with an artist's soul
And the will to see it through
Oh to live

things
Like blood red plums
And hot mulled wine
Rocks and rings and balls of twine
And the deepest trace
Of the artists soul
In that bowl
Now it can hold

a waste if you hang tight a broke artist with no soul who hates his life 
Write us a song, when you record some decent rhymes 
This underground music. So we

Yo, at this point in my career, man, these ain't even raps, man
I'm speaking from the soul
I don't know if I'm a Rap artists or a Soul artists, man

the work yea I clock everyday
Cause everyday That I wake up i dont waste my time
Living my life just the way I like
Artist with soul and a peace of mind
Lost

to be their successors
They say home is where your heart is
So best believe that I believe I am an artist
My soul be going the hardest
My mind will travel

on the walls
Tents with smiling girls in halter tops
On the mall

Oooh Oooh Oooh

Paint down on the pavement
Waking up our space
Artists selling souls
Instead

The kinda artist still soul searching for that new feeling
Had to switch the heart up
Part of me hates a part of me and that part of me wants to rip it all up

and
All of your foolery
But Imma recoup it
So don't you be stupid and
Think that you're foolin' me
Artists selling souls for the low
That's just the cost

stupid and
Think that you're foolin' me
Artists selling souls for the low
That's just the cost of fame
They all think they so special
To me it's all

Superleggeras
Gaviria meets Guevara
White man made me
Born coldhearted like Iceman's baby
I can't lately that's why I chant daily
Warm soul artists hope

Tired a the city where the gunshots ringing
Hype after hype a where the artists blinging
Soul a run dry, me need some refilling, alright
Me ready fi

Raise the Knife

Dream Theater

Score: XOX - 20th Anniversary World Tour Live with the Octavarium Orchestra

2006

You've been laid to rest my friend
Again

Tortured artist bears his soul
Seems the pressure took its toll
Lived a life so punishing
Now he keeps