Lyrics:
Airmail, cassettes, postcards, telex
Drop me a line need my grapevine
I'm always trying to reach you
Can't get through
Our communication
Airmail, cassettes, postcards, telex
Drop me a line need my grapevine
I'm always trying to reach you
Can't get through
Our communication
No, no
Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in
(Outlawz) 2Pac, Makaveli!
Still breathin', yeah
A picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my
The picture's on my video
I keep your number in my database
Turn it on to audio
Communication
Say the words
Are you there?
Can I be heard? (Won't you say
Grim is takin' pictures
I'm the frame freeze in the middle of the Disney flick
That'll corrupt and brainwash the minds of your little kids
Best in
Turn off your radio
Come paint your pictures in my mind
Don't talk the night away
You know I ain't the talking kind
I don't want long discussions,
again and no one can ever picture himself without one. Well baby, pick up the phone. ]
Addicts of communication
Addicts of communication
Addicts
Just keeps reminding us of the struggles
They start pulling up pictures
Of us getting hit
By dogs and firehoses and all that
You know like, my daughter
now it's changed, he's home with you everyday
But conversation never flickers you would think it was a ghost town
Intimate exchange rare but her
push that sillyness aside, see it in my eyes
I'm bad at communication (Bad, bad, bad, bad)
I ain't worried 'bout you but the feeling I can't shake it,
No I ain't the same man that you knew
Baby girl I changed
I ain't got a whole lot to say
No words to exchange
No point in talking anyway
Things gone
life decisions
Stay connected with those that love you when the time is missing
Tell my brothers it's all love but i need a minute
Lost communication it
Oh my god
Oh my god
Nah nah nah nah nah
Communication, that's my love language
Everything ain't picture perfect, but we still painting
When you mess
with on the daily drive a normal person insane
I couldn't relate, I gave my love and in exchange
Got shitted on and that's on the daily (on the daily)
life
All the habits that I couldn't handle
I've swept them under the rug
In exchange for the sweetest addiction
You, my elusive drug
I'm going
I'm saying
She wanna' roll with me
And then we exchange our numbers and we texting the next day, man
I'm thinking
She really grow on me
And she just
And I you know I know that i'm tryna fight it
Money exchange the drugs they came, yea you should try it
My highs my lows my X and O's they won't deny
type of time I'm on
And gangstas don't say please
Let's get complacent
Sex exchanges
I wanna lay on love with you
Let's get complacent
Sex exchanges
I
Communication is key
Speak the truth it will set you free
Daydreaming puts my mind at ease
Meditating to finding my peace
Shoot me a text
Ring my
Dance the wave, fascinate
Glass of wine, conversate
Glance exchange, satiate
Play the game, tempt the fate
Dance the wave, fascinate
Glass
note, I remember all the days in the basement, yeah
I remember no communication
'Cause I was hustlin', stackin' the ammunition
Know the RattPack was
the field of vision
In the cut where wont you feel incision
Making all these foreign exchanges
Its getting dangerous
Fuck with me Taking aim hit
Making all
Today's agenda
Got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest
If no money exchanges
I got these kids in
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