(D. Bartholomé)



Afraid not to be on the radio, I'm the talk of the town
Afraid not to be on your playlist
Afraid not to fade all... oh the girls...
Afraid not to reach down your beach down your beach

I'm an artist - don't you see I paint like shit
I'm an artist - don't you see the narcissism
I'm an artist - don't you see sole in the ground
I'm an artist

Heading for the city
I want my face on every front page that I see
Lying on the food bam be lap
Taking a bit of a time- ooo

I'm an artist
I'm an artist
I'm an artist
I'm an artist

Ouuh were you afraid my boy?
Were you afraid not to reach fame and fortune?
Were you afraid not to be on that playlist?
Were you afraid...