Lyrics:
feelin shocked, you can say I’m Raiden/
Picture lookin small, then throw some paint in/
You can do this all, trust in what I’m sayin/
I have no enemies/
through my fingertips
I can't promise I'll be picture perfect
I might be the one but maybe not for you
We won't know till we paint the canvas
But
reality
We know nothing at all
They said it feels like a mission
Well ain't it? It's all the same picture
No matter how you paint it
Why you still nameless
And what I did, you can't
Pictures with words, what I paint
Started to make shit on my own so I could give, not take
Put in so much blood, sweat, and tears
many leave
I would keep shit on repeat if I could build a Time Machine
I used to hold on to every picture my little sisters would paint me
Keepsakes for
blood red
And hits from the start
Mister mister draw me your picture
Put on your suit and tie
Pour yourself a glass of wine
You're in buyers
blood red
And hits from the start
Mister, Mister draw me that picture
Put your suit and tie on
And pour yourself a glass of wine
You're in buyers
for what that's worth.
I love my mother and amanda's dreadlocks it's over, take your picture leave me alone,
This isn't even me.
Paint tim
You are a picture no artist could paint
But you're a mixture of devil and saint
I just sigh and dream and try to figure you out!
Love is in
You are a picture no artist could paint
But you're a mixture of devil and saint
I just sigh and dream and try to figure you out!
Love is in
I stood inside your pool in some palm setting reel
A picture on a screen there sat you and me
And I comb the wire for a lock of papier-mache
I build
my eyes are becoming yellow curtains.
paint the window,
stain the ceiling feverish green.
my visitors smoked cigarettes
and ate all the things
wrong
My oh my, I never thought it could be this hard
Took the pictures all down
I can pain't the walls
but I still can't fool my old heart
Woah
ammo
In a blink, blammo, we cold packed the jam
No cold pack so Cro-Magnon man
Won't hold back homie
Start a cult, paint the world black
Old world
Looking at a picture of you in Chinatown
Getting dizzy standing up for you when you're around
Thought I liked you, I was busy biting my nails
With you healing eyes
Painting a picture, of the world
Purple pink, the big board smile
I said pretty little girl
In a purple dress
Where you get
Black tar drips from the ceiling & pills of paint
So I smashed head first from the wall for my escape
I ain't seeing straight the wall was just a window
In another time in another place
Carry the flag a picture of disgrace
South pacific soldier mountain-moving men
Children turn away
Just before
And no we will never be a part of the pictures once taken
When we're feeding fire with the flames til no memories gone
And the cold sky will write us
they all pointed at another painted score
and somebody asked: ?can I take a picture??
Well the heat down here is brutal, it?s hard to do what?s
car, oh well
Look who's the star of the picture now
Things are opposite, or should I say switched around?
(Do you call her?) There's no need to
Se be
You ask me to produce a list
Of reasons why I can't resist
The pictures point toward the truth
The feelings paint the final clue
You were the one
ain't it check out how I paint it
Every shade accurately laid
For all the optics that's made to stop tricks
Bangin' on our head and they hit
rapping skills
Throw away mt shoes, they don't fit ya, get the picture?
Yo check it out, while I hit you with the
[A.G.]
You're a fake hip-hopper
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