Lyrics:
we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear
they'll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me
I hear they're trying to make us all the same
It's mind control by any other name
Who's gonna pay the price
For this foolish paradise
Oh Momma
Worthy
Baby, it's you plus me (ohh, oh)
I want to give you a serving
'Cause I know you got that, I know you got that
Dirty, dirty for me (yeah)
prettiest position
Reflection in my eye
Wish I could seize this moment
Then I would post(?)
Girl I would frame this picture
And keep it by my side yeah
planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin' the flame
Inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin' a picture of my
of all these pictures of me
Completely wrong
Totally wrong
Go walking by
Here come another guy
Jailer who sells personal hells
Who'd like to see
of all these pictures of me
Completely wrong
Totally wrong
Go walking by
Here come another guy
Jailer who sells personal hells
Who'd like to see
With their cardboard hands by their sides,
Here`s a naked man and lady
And they`re yours to cut out and keep
So you can dress them up maybe
They
the camera do its dirty work down there in the dark
Sink low, rise high, bring back some blurry pictures to remember all your darker moments by
Permanent
a kind of small fuss
A couple pictures shown
I'm a lonely lad
I've lost myself out on the range
I don't remember much
So don't ask me I've gone
Coming down new sound
Should be thankful
Dirty riffs Dirty beats Dirty samples
Sell out show take the money
Then we cancel
Frontrows-backrows
gettin' that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik
Yo, should I be
down to twenty, that's how many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard
wrong?
'Fore I paint the picture (better read the scripture)
Here come the Grim Reaper, he in a pair of black Dickies
Life is such a dirty game as you
Breakin' the static, a life automatic
Everyone mad about you
Look like a dirty old bruise
Face like a faded tattoo
Life imitated, it's only faded
Going down a dirty inner city side road
I plotted
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi
I nodded
Looked up as the sky began to cry
She shot it
really involved: dirty books are fun!
That's all there is to it.
But you can't get up in a court and say that
I suppose
It's simply a matter
fine
Up until the time we went out on a date
I was fine, I was fine
Now I'm getting dirty looks, I wonder what they'd say
If we were blind, we were
wouldn't cry for lost souls you might drown
Dirty words for dirty minds, written in a toilet town
Dial me a valentine, she's a smooth operator
It's all so
take a picture
You peeping me take a picture (You should take a photograph)
Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be
down to twenty, that's how many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard
You picture perfect girl
I could look and see you're worth it ya
Pussy clean but she a dirty girl
I wake up and bake
I throw it while she shake
She
You're my picture by Picasso
Lighting up our scullery
With your pans and pots and hot-plates
You'd brighten up any gallery.
I could
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