Lyrics:
Be mine. All mine
I'll paint the picture if you put it in your mind
Be mine. All mine. Be mine. All mine
I'll light the candles if you pour the wine
In
jackets
That sleep on bra** beds, with money for a mattress
"Gettin' Money" b****, and I roll with dimes
Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New
You the great pretenders, blood to paint your pictures
While you're stepping over fallen people lying in the streets
You the great offenders, only
Welcome in my game
She caressing me cause she wan
Be up in my lane
Bimmer with the wing
Pinkie with the ring
Sipping on some gin i fill
My cup up
I don't smoke them
As a rule
But, I'll have one, it might be fun
With something
I'll bet you wouldn't imagine
But I once had a house
With so
I'm thumbing through pictures of you replaying our last night
Thought I'd be fine to see you one more time, yea right
One little kiss never killed
a picture
nobody tricked you
don’t be so alarmed
noone intended
to do you any harm
start from beginning
look into my eyes
give me all your trust
start from
1
At first there is just a blurred picture
Followed by a sudden rush of blood to the head
Searching an explanation for why i am bathed in sweat
her some indo
Tongue-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo
Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga
Touch me here, I'll get bigger
While I'm
dig and garly g knows it
Ain't here to prove next to nobody
I'm the man with the flute so when I play you better follow
I be low-key working OT
Picture
to us
There will be no tomorrow,
Do we go insane
I have a picture of you with me
Will there ever be an end
Will there ever be a last goodbye
falling apart, right from the start, you and I (oh)
So paint that picture to sleep at night
No regard for another's life
We'll be just fine (oh)
So
pointless
Get touched and it's a goodbye
Go behind my back like a bitch but in person say "hi"
Shit ain't picture perfect my homies be rockin' black ties
Go
grind and your life, you're good, you're great (ay)
Paint a picture so vivid, it should be in a museum ('seum)
Probably why my new house looking like
when you told me forever more
I must have been dreaming
This picture of you and me
wasn't it ment to be
We used to play house way out in Brooklyn
In
Could you find a wildflower?
Just let it be a wildflower
Now I try to make it my flower
Just let it grow
Take a minute now and picture
Something
On the waves of the ocean
Dope boy still smelling like cocaina
White boat, white robe
Can he be more cleaner
The oil spill that BP ain't clean up
I'm
I got this dream I've been dreamin'
The perfect picture of love
Sparks and fireworks flyin', almost too hot to touch
Then everything I wanted
Hey
I was the other half of that picture
I was the man
With that arm 'round her back
Now
All that remains is the half of that picture
Is the devil
pictures
Of what was Me & You
They're all just
Stupid memories
Once I hit delete
Yeah, Yeah
Staring into the panic room
A photo album on my stupid phone
a certain measure of renown
And after school he sold the most amazing pictures
In my home town
That fellow was no fool
Who taught our Sunday school
Exposed and vulnerable
I want to feel the joy that's like a picture
Full of warm colors and broad brush strokes
I want my soul to know I can be delighted
me nuh like it
Pictures ah go 'round, seh Simone, ah mi wifey
Bare fuzzy picture weh suggest me ah knife it
All over Instagram ah fuck wid mi psyche
slid down her face
Oh nothing's gonna be the same
Open minds got a lot to gain
Close your eyes don't feel no pain
Painting pictures of a brand new world
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