Lyrics:
found me
I should be happy
Now I'm not talking 'bout a smile so fake
While the world takes pictures 24/7
I just want my faith to be a little more
them satisfied
Welcome to the beat of the city street
Walk on now and don't be shy
Take a closer look at the people you meet
And notice
You don't call anymore
You don't look on this door
Just a picture, you out there without me
Breaks my heart into two
What am I suppose to do
just the way it goes
Better to be dusty than polished
Like some store window mannequin
Why don't you touch me where I'm rusty
Let me stain your
Though I'll feel so small
That I don't deserve this
Deserve to be treated like we were never
Never meant at all
I count the Polaroid pictures
Strung along
She hangin' up pictures on the walls inside of my head
She's hangin' up pictures on the walls inside of my head
I don't wanna let her go, don't wanna
Porsche's
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the weapons is
I tried to be the bigger man in the picture
I guess it don't mean shit being a real nigga
I love it though
I love it though
Record deal
of
I wake up early in the mornin
Mindstate so military
Suckers fantasizin pictures of a
Young brother buried
Was it me, the weed, or this life I lead
If
a a picture in my mind
Oh, lover, you seem to be hiding
Somethign from me and I'll find it
How your words seem to repeat and
But they mean nothing to me
Oh,
Have you seen the pictures crooked in their frame
Guess that's how it goes
Dirty sidewalks cross a maze on every street
I'll be sleeping there
I'll
Drawing out scenarios that's already erasing
That's the beauty of this canvas, it'll never be perfect
Even if the picture ugly, you can still put a smile
Mumble, Mumble, Mumble, Mumble, Mumble
Grab your umbrellas it's raining again
Rilla be bringing that pain in again
You don't want smoke leave you blow in
swords of sorrow
My baby draws pictures of sex (Yes, she does)
All over the walls in graphic detail, sex!
Everybody say it now
Expert lover, huh,
can't answer, I can't answer that
When will I see my picture in the paper?
I can't answer, I can't answer that
When will I, will I be famous?
You keep
talent to the foreground and let your smoke be the background
Every time I go out, I'm goin to smoke out
I buy it don't even know the price
As long as I
live for a picture
We just be fucking I don't lick her
Do what I say on that Liquor yeah I like it that way Took me some L's had to charge to the game
R.O.C., we running this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we running this rap shit
B. Mac, we running this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O
Oh, yeah
Oh, sweet Jane
My heart's in trouble
Sweet Jane
Her smile lights the dark as she pulls out a picture
Her pride and joy, a little boy
yo) If you want to take a picture with money then stand right here
You see all eyes is on the man right here (New York City must be)
Us hookin' up is
INTRO:
어쩜 저리 완벽해
CHORUS:
She's a Picture Perfect flawless goddess front to the back
How's a girl like me supposed to be somebody like that
쟤는 머리부터
blackout
Oh
And he sent me a picture, and he's white as can be
And I'm like, I can't, I, I just can't
It's not my fault, okay
So I just didn't answer
switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures
Lily I hope you picture me in your dreams
Put down your King James Bible
You don't need no kings
Close your eyes
Baby, I'll dry mine
Echoes
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