Mickey Factz

The Arts (avant Garde)
Mouse painting on the ceiling, drips on the floor [?] 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! Songtexte 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! Aus Songtexte Mania