Lyrics:
stars;
It's a hundred thousand light-years side to side;
It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick,
But out by us it's just three
it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back
Who
ain't lookin' for trouble
We can ride my pony double
Make your little heart bubble
Lord like a glass of wine
I remember the medicine man
He caught
to get out of bed
I fear the edges of the portrait's faded
Turning yellow while i'm lost and sedated
There's a lot ahead, they said
I can't remember all
I dance around this little quiet room
Iu0027ll be surrounded by her parfume
I donu0027t feel home laying by her things
right where you end and she
the hour of trial, in these times of distress
Mean more than years imprisoned by etiquette.
I can remember when we were children
Though I could never
And all I remember is your back
Walking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past
I traveled fifteen hundred miles to see you
I begged you
Sometimes an albatross
Then at eighteen I decided I wanted
To be a commercial photographer
I rented a studio down by the docks
Which I shared with
High life
We livin' that high life
Luxury
High life
Luxury
We livin' that high life
By now you should know how a sip feels
He say, "One more
And all I remember is your back
Walking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past
I traveled fifteen hundred miles to see you
Begged you
So don't you shed a tear for me
Because I ain't the love you thought I'd be
I got a hundred more like you
So don't be blue
I'll have a thousand
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
saw the film? Fantastic
" Bernard Arnault
Told a reporter before the concert
Which also featured an exhibition of West
Portrait's by photographer Jackie
Make the perfect picture
A portrait of splinters
A portrait of splinters
Guess I'll go it all alone
I drew myself a map
But I forgot just were I'm goin'
a hundred and twenty
Look, here man no hands
I got up enough nerve to raise up and look
And by now there couldn't be no surprise
But his hair was blowing all
they came
Chasing sensation and romance eyes aflame
Desperate for pleasures yet unknown
Night and day
Pouring in by the hundreds of thousands
Swept away
remember and things I forget
I miss you, I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?
I need
Remember how rich
... a bitch?
I know men that won't stand piddle
What do you know?
I offer you kingdoms
And hundreds of children
I
and the laughter
The last thing they remember
And then the next day, how will you know your enemy?
By their color or your fear?
One by one you can cage them in
And it's sixteen-hundred
Try to take my soul my young niggas they coming
I remember when they said that I was nothing
I can't trust my brother, I can't
blow,
And it makes the pages of the calendar go flying out the window one by one,
Till a hundred years are on the front lawn,
And the old familiar
nigga, yeah
Go Grizz nigga ayy, yeah
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain't need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain't have the money on my
alive
Like i want to be
Last november, you remember
We found a place within a time
To redefine
It's slowly coming back
A portrait of the past
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