Lyrics:
prayed up
I don't know you homie you cannot come
All this drip try not to slip up
Now she wanna take a picture yea yea
She be on a nigga, probably got me
And that was my boy
Crawling from the pages of his life
Matching 4 tunes and pictures of Goliath
Then the light was calm and so was his life
We all won
Here's the house where we once lived
That I had love too much to give
For the girl who said that she'll be mine
And here's the room where we both
When you want the world
If you need to have it
There's nothing I can say
If you want it all
Be careful what you wish for
The writing's on the wall
Muddy water coming out of the sink in there
And dirty sheets up on the bed
I can't get no picture on the TV screen
I can't stand the ones up in my
haters though these Saint Laurents
(Bring your friend)
I'll show you both how to be with a boss
Got these dollars I keep it running up
(Yeah)
Can't get
You can take back all your secrets
We'll divide up all the lies
Keep all the pictures in their frames
Just cut me out, yeah, I'll be fine
Sell
What did you overhear
I had to brush that off my shoulders they painting different pictures
I can finally be alone I been craving that for a minute
Find
[Verse 1]
I've got your picture, and I'm going to put it in a frame
I've got your picture, I'll put it in a frame, Shuckin' Sugar
cnd then if you
I think they nutritious - I think they do dishes
I'm makin' three wishes, or takin' they pictures
And spendin' they riches and f***in' they b****es
You can take back all your secrets
We'll divide up all the lies
Keep all the pictures in their frames
Just cut me out, yeah, I'll be fine
Sell
I see
Now I'm sitting here with my crown
And soon enough you'll be breaking down
Every picture of you wearing a frown
Drive me to edge girl, fuck
pulled a you on you
You couldn't handle that
Now if I pulled a you on you
You would be trippin'
Try to paint the picture perfect
You keep fuckin up my
I'll take you to the picture show and, babe, I'll hold your hand
I'll sit up in your parlor, let you cool me with your fan
I'll listen to your
shadows in the sky
Standing right in front of you
Is where I need to be
Reliving this is something new
And something finally
Take the deep end
Tonight there's a fire burning brightly in my chimney
Though the weather's far from cold
It's your picture and the letters you send me you're gone so
have scum bags
Hopping over fences trying to take
Pictures of your daughter
Jimmy kimmel put yourself in my shoes
… oh no that means
You would have
they don't touch at all and that's no way to be
We've never seemed so far
What's real? What is true?
I ain't turning my back on you
Where're you
Paint me a picture
Of how you want your world to be
With vibrant color
And maybe you could include me
Paint me a picture
And maybe then I'll see
you’re picture painting, yourself to be someone hated
I catch the money throw it to the side my boy catch just like a lateral
There’s 2 birds i got 1 stone
My telephone, it doesn't have a camera
If it did I'd take a picture of myself
If it did I'd take a picture of the water
And the man on the offramp
I try to explain yeah and I mean what I say.
Don't be cruel.
I got to get out of this hole I'm in.
And lose the picture of who I've been.
I'll take you to the picture show and babe I'll hold your hand
I'll sit up in your parlor, let you cool me with your fan
I'll listen to your troubles
below
I saw my big red school house and the town square picture show
It was really past my bedtime and so ol' Santa said
"Little boys like you should
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