Lyrics:
crackin' joke's and I ain't think shit was funny
Old friends that turned into strangers
Ex lovers mad that I'm famous
They see the picture I painted
I
I don't need to paint
I painted over ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones and light ones
I've done haystacks and rich old ladies by
vision clear and I don't see doubles
If they gone less trouble cause IIWII when you chasin the sun
The sun, the sun(Promise Jones)
IIWII when you chasing
Gang but we live by the codes of Coberas
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, where the pimps are colder
The end is
jokes
Stop forwarding that crap to me
Well I don't need tons of cringe inducing puns
Stop forwarding that crap to me
No it isn't OK if you brighten
We ride we ride 22s or betta'
We we ride we ride 22s or betta'
I swang on em swang on em [Repeat x2]
Now if I catch you at the light (i swang
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real
When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring
And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
(As performed by George Jones)
I'm lookin' for that Lonely Street
I've got a sad, sad tale to tell
I need a place to go and weep
Where's this
George Jones & Verm Gosdin
I once held that someone special, didn't have to let her go
I just stood back and watched my future pass
And for
before the chains
No you can't imagine a future where this all can change
If one of us ain't free then we all to blame
So we attack each other fighting
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
'm drowning down a memory
So can you play me a George Jones tune
I don't mean to come across as rude
But when a man is in the state I'm in
Disrespect don't seem
the only thing cuz I'm not around to be around
I'm beating and battered
Hell if my dreams get shattered then
Pain gives me the right to be unkind
Bring it
Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track
Send a hoe out on a mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii, 'bout to, 'bout to buy
Doc should have had a funeral
Fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke
And no one could give a thing
'Cept Jones
of a master plan
Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch
And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life
To make a dream, can you feel me now?
the bigger picture I'll
Put you six feet under
Go to talk to Bob Ross
Painted so vividly
Sold for a Mil a piece
Over in Sicily, Italy
(Top Drop Top drop
And I ate lunch with Grace Slick yesterday"
We see you at Wallichs and
Down at The Ranch Market
Waiting for pop stars to casually stroll by
Oh, Rodney
If
snatch the scratch, and laugh
So I painted me a picture
of a life, to make a dream
Can you feel me now
Ballin outta control, ballin outta control
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