Lyrics:
the portraits of our happy days.
And it's worth more than gold. it seems ok.
All i know, Just hate..
Ignore and offend me. I'm Intolerant.
Guiding me through
On a speedometer
N'feghe 440, 100 metre
Ked, iba, ita, inañ, ition
Nma woñ palmy ma ke 10 litres (abodie!)
It’s a happy day ah (it’s a happy day)
Make we celebrate
The magic is black
Backyard happy and fertile
For Kasso the acid king of the black circle
Same year Bowie dropped, two horns hatched and matured
and the dealer
Seems like the devil
Is in the room with you
Portrait how i pic you
The pipe or the needle
How they stick you
Feel so nonchalant
Of the names
candles, you're a superstar
Oh shit, here we are, champagne, caviar
Poke your lips out, blow them candles, you're a superstar
Happy birthday, happy
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
time if that's what you need
To go all in I won't beg or plead
I just want you to be happy
That's all that it's ever been
But years fly by
And I don't
in a jiffy
The final form's a portrait of a squirrel stuck in a chimney
I buy a second seat for my extraordinary piss and moan
Feet up while
all night long
And I know hundreds of songs and I'll just play them all
And when you sleep by yourself
You're not alone I'm with you
As long as we stay
wrong moves
Portraits, New Years
Go by…
Happy as no one else
In July '91
Thanks to you
And now I repent, I repent
A dream that's gonna be
A little nicer,
my living room
Set the oven to four hundred degrees myself
Perched up on a counter top to reach a kitchen shelf
It's dinner time and my parents are
unlock
What it means to be happy
Even when we never talk
Mental frame of a picture
Portrait of a lovely day with you
I know I'm on your mind
No reason for
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
But you threw em all away
I gave you one thousand, four hundred sixty-one days
I gave you four years of chances
To try to be your wife
I cleaned
heart burns like the sun.
I just wanna be sure.
Do you wish the same?
To see a happy ending,
can it be a happy ending?
One hundred days of summer with
in one time
to get by
to get by all this information and
hundreds of words everyday in your brain
it hard to stay insane
but now we to and we pushing
to the lonely
Rhythm of private life
Dinner for one, dinner in the winterdom
Used to smoke Phillies by Beck's and have fun
Ybor city had me feeling like a crumb
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized by The Neptunes sound
My peoples always see me and they think I'm on point
So they roll me
room
Cry when she heard a happy tune
It would be nice to holiday
Till they took her job away
They just took her life away
Doing nothing isn't
Dogg]
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized by The Neptunes sound
My peoples always see me and they think I'm on point
So they roll me
This portrait paints a thousands word. Though I could not define
This life we lead with love believed. And dreams were meant to come
Though seasons
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
fun,
We'll reach 100 before we're done!
Jump and sing, letu0027s all say,
Counting by tens, hooray, hooray! gruuuuuuuuu.
50, 60, look at me,
Counting
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