Lyrics:
Drove down by Marrow Lake,
Took out my oil paints,
Staring across at you I,
Painted a portrait of me,
Tried to see what you see when you see me.
and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm one hundred like a fastball
It's Carter Four, yeah, ugh
(I'm going back in man, yeah)
We get fuck y'all money, how
remember their names
I was safe in my cabin
And thinking of going to bed
When an Indian tomahawk
Stuck in the wall by my head
I looked through
remember their names
I was safe in my cabin
And thinking of going to bed
When an Indian tomahawk
Stuck in the wall by my head
I looked through
the spoon
Seen a prom queen smoke crack when I was lil'
Million dollars in cash like I sell drugs (sell drugs)
Gave my bitch a hundred racks, vacuum sealed
By making us yesterday's men
So we said our goodbyes by the factory gates
One cold Friday evening last year
And I saw it all there in the eyes of ma
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
bubble
You're my brother, I'm not above you
Remember me I'm so there
Don't make us have to go there
Turn and sing it
I stay silent with red even if I
PORTRAIT'S OF SUFFERING:
Don't know, how to escape
from the ghost of the past.
Every night I wake up frightened
frozen with fear.
Every dream
You know where I might be
Any given Saturday night
You know what dress to wear
How to make it look just right
When you walk by
How to smile like
boys
Three hundred happy boys
Summer has passed us by in a flash
Faster than a finger crossing a map
A few of the faces
I will remember
Of three
Zaytoven
Feel me
The music special
It's a part of us
I know I'm a product of the streets
I remember days you would laugh with me
See a frown
No one really knows why Mona Lisa
Is smiling in her portrait by Leonardo.
Imagine all the hours Mona Lisa
Sat there observing Leonardo study her
to
Maybe that's why you stay around
But tonight I'll sit here tending the fire
And pace the floor one hundred times in an hour
And check the voice-mail
rise high
Remember the dead don't die less they fuck wit' I!
Niggas know who dope yo
Shit the flow is retched
And my gee too futuristic for you
You asked me to help you?
How can I when you've kidnapped and stolen?
For all I know, even murdered
(By nightfall, we will have left your Earth)
include your time and company
Follow me, we on the up and up
Remember when I owed a hundred bucks
Now, I look around like, "What the fuck?"
If you don't
and beyond
You know that poem your mother found Written by the soldier in World War I cn anonymous mother's son Remember
Where have the poets gone Into
(SpiffoMadeIt) Ho
I remember when my teacher said that I won't be shit
Now I'm rich, I can't wait 'til I see that stupid bitch (racks)
Got these
Who shot? I don't remember (yeah)
That bitch off coke, remember? (Let's get it)
Fuck hoes to Bryson Tiller (yeah, yeah)
Make freak hoes bite
(100)
I would die, and say
"I been wasting, all of my life on this, moment"
Like we go all day, fly away
You go and I for it
I'd rather be
blade
I sighed bleary-eyed, and tried to remember the way, as we
went Screaming
A year does go by what a difference, twelve months can make when you're
My name is Billy Austin
I'm Twenty-Nine years old
I was born in Oklahoma
Quarter Cherokee I'm told
Don't remember Oklahoma
Been so long since I
your life and those pictures of how you were. Security replaced my portrait anyway.
Remember, when I told you so. I'm learning to let go.
I'm learning
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