Lyrics:
a Portrait
Dina in a Portrait
Dina in a Portrait
Humans, by their very nature, are incapable of perceiving themselves. Their appearance, their voice, their
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times
been falling like rain baby
Maybe I deserve this pain baby
Hey
I was running round town and she caught me slipping (Wish that I could turn time back)
done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the 'partment
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs
be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
highness'
Soft-focused by death, by history
I am the Limner
I make portraits in miniature
These two girls were separated by two hundred years
But still
when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are the last days
And 100-foot waves come crashing down
I get
A still-life portrait
A view from my window
Touched by innocence
Now fading away
Into a quiet storm
Of the tears of the angels
Falling
Catch me running to the money until my feet losse feelin.
Stack it wall to wall till it's leaking through the ceilin.
Man
All fucking hundreds so
by makin' a 100 every summer
Pullin' up in the hummer can make a nigga so sick
How we constantly come up with hits and steady be gettin' fans
Is
been getting money while you
Boys is getting by
Running my paper do money machines
They cutting my green while I’m getting high
Oh, niggas wanna bang
doing a good job
And hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people
No water, I fought for my country for years
We need help, we really need help
In
100 painful moments
You lost me in 100 painful moments
Oh, 100 painful moments
I felt our bond betrayed
ct least you could own it
Instead of running
portraits,
Memories of love and pain,
Though cut down by life's deceptions
I found the strength to start again
All in all it's been a rocky road,
Twists
been a hundred
Of'em beating on the drum
They stepped so high and they
Made the bugles ring
We stood by our cotton bales
And didn't say a thing
Old
Keep me safe for a day
By standing tall far away
I will run once again
I have to escape them, all of them
Hiding us behind the sun
Our shadows
with runners in her hose
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose
[ guitar ]
My laundry man is really on his toes found a hundred dollar bill
and it will be recorded in the portrait of death...
you see what i see
by one hundred and ninety-three heads
that rot in their castle
built with the bones
skins like to go to the motels
but your ass won't know to the hotels
Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures
A portrait, a self far from ??
My discussion
hundred tracks in my Adidas track jacket
Bless your ear holes while you react
Actin' gobsmacked, don't hesitate to maybe overcompensate
I feel like I was
suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my
The portrait of my face reflects on the glass
Lizard, bat and fish of kind
Moebius strip and ants running round with stars
Through my universe of mind
thunder, the sky is crying
Can't tell the tears from the rain
Can't tell the tears from the rain
Most my life I've been running
Paint a portrait
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