Lyrics:
that no more
Go get your praise from someone else
You didn't a number on my health
My word is brighter by itself
And I can do better, do better
Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair
First time I seen her walk by, man, I 'bout fell up out my chair
Had to get her number, it
a take, twenty eight then I make
Twenty nine, by then, I'll have a Grammy
Show up in my jammies, bring the whole family
Then dirty thirty, I'll be feeling
fooling me around
I'm pumping up my sound
To numb me up baby by the pound
I'm getting off the ground
I'm heavy off guard off duty but hey ya
Getting lazy
get nothin'
And lord some get it all
Some just run
While others crawled away
Hold my hand baby don't let go
I've got some front money
And I've got
colour left
Paint it by numbers
Paint it by numbers
I take control and now life is in multicolour
Paint it by numbers
Paint it by numbers
I'm standing, I
They asked me to sleep on the floor
The people were running galore
They asked for the time to make a number a-changes
And I let them
I sat
never been afraid of flying
But I am afraid to fall
I've been painting by numbers you've been
Just splashing them on the wall
And I see the colours
Door number two
It's for you, little lady
Is it all that you dreamed of?
How, if I knew, would've been there waiting
I'd have screamed out and jumped
Chicago €“ so get in bed
This bedroom's only 12 by 10
You're all talk, You're all talk
I got your number for a real good time
Take the phone off
from the city call my baby's number, and they bring Candy toys
But when I come knockin', she smiles pretty,
She knows tonight I'm gonna be Candy's
I talked to my sister in Memphis
And told her you were movin' to town
Here's her number
She said she'd be glad to show you around
I left a map
Chicago so get in bed
This bedroom's only 12 by 10
You're all talk, you're all talk
I got your number for a real good time
Take the phone off
By the fleet, ain't even sleep in a week (in a week)
Rich city stunner, I get cold in the summer
I got money so long lookin' like a phone number
I
Raping the seeds as a reprobate
I'm number one, you're number two
You've got a lot of God's work to do
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be singing
cool
Like all of my tweets and reply to me
I have nothing left
I have no girlfriend
I fill the void with the internet
The numbers on the screen must go
second album
One dozen melodies to listen
Include this number
Keeping in company
Well, hoping that this record sells
Singing by our wishing well
I'm comin' over
See me down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That
You are, enemy
You are my hated enemy
I am enemy
Number one rated enemy
I'm labelled enemy
I am your mortal enemy
My actions enemy
Make
the sword
Heard police was looking for me, I'mma hide by abroad
Shootin stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket
I'm wired off a socket, but still shockin
won't take long, with my ways
I won't do you no wrong
'Cause your my ba-by
I know you're watching me too, so
Don't act surprised
It's just the way
My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike
My hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bike
The preacher came by and I
On this old rock pile with a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name, Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, gotta do my time
With an aching heart
a girl,
With a smile in her eyes.
Never thought I'd be brought,
Right down by her lies.
[Chorus]
In a trance, watch her dance,
To the beat
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