Letras:
Art Of Dying Completely

your head is on your hands Completely without me I over turned, I understand that everything you want ain't always what you need Completely without me Completely without me Completely

in your head is on your hands Completely without me I over turned, I understand that everything you want ain't always what you need Completely without me Completely without me Completely

banjo Your whole art form needs to retire in Orlando Rap has developed in the motherland by storytellers of wisdom No wonder we're best-sellers The art

last time In between black and white I disappear Circled around the stone until I landed here I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying for the past I'm done dying

to know And when he talks about the winter time He says, "I understand the snow." Andy left his small hometown He went to college and he majored in art

hurt, lyrical expert Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt) a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent Rap artists be dying

In our thinking we stand lonely Once a land of art and culture Now slave to streams from outside Our nation's culture, doomed and dying Like a candle

The joy that is to creating Once a land of art and culture Now slave to streams from outside Our nation's culture, doomed and dying Like a candle's fading