Lyrics:
how you look so good?
Take a picture of my everyday
I've been waiting just to come and play
Baby, I got to tell you how I feel inside
You'll be
Pouring out the plastic paint
Thought my hands were full of clay
Now I'm drinking 7-up
Joseph's dad's a ladies man
He's sinking into what he can
she's got lovely dark eyes
you know that i can't get enough to be hung, to be caught deep inside !
she's got a picture on her skin as she would
ho get outta line, I'm a show her why I'm pimpin
That '08 Porsche look lovely while I'm in it
And it didn't get the picture because money wasn't in
friend
I've been achin' hard for years
Well she's kind of like an artist
Who uses paints no more
You never show me what you're doing
Never show
Feelin' like I got a front row seat to watch everybody
be happy
Can't even paint a smile on my face, it's so hard to
not complain
Gotta try not
Green gum, lips so pink
Hot neon pen
Flash forward, take a picture of me
I'm the prize at the end
Ah!
swim the rainbow
Drown in paint and sky
at 10, and then he snitch
(Suckas)
The type front like he got ends
And his whip paint his different numbers off of his Benz
(Suckas)
You know the type that
What have you become
Just the prettiest picture of a broken face with a third of the appeal and never worth the chase.
No sense in steering now,
bliss, Well then I'm the king
Someone shook up my world again
If I could paint a smile on my broken face
And nobody can tell that I just can't win
me company
Picture this if you will shut your eyes
I'm capturing sunlight in a jar
Look of surprise but then she'll never know
That the night
Boys in this town got the same disguise
They got soda shop smiles and rocking horse eyes
They'd paint their mother as the Devil
Eat a sugared
your past
But it isn't as warm there is it will nothing ever last
Your painting your pictures with shards of your pain
You'd prick your fingers for
From my lips and others of a brighter world."
"Now I'm a punchdrunk sailor who cannot picture land,
An exhausted atom in a grain of sand.
They who can't
girl who looks like me
Your picture in my hand
Little girl I long to see
Do you understand
I feel some time (thats I should make it clear)
Your in my
show you what love is made of.
Now, that body suit that you're wearin', girl, it fits you like paint.
You think that I'm a sit here and pass this
Beat Down ya block knockin pictures yo wall
[Yungstar]
Man, I come around your block turnin heads and ridin slow
with a pocket full of money but i
on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your
Well she's kind of like an artist
Who uses paints no more
You never show me what you're doing
Never show a soul
Well I saw one of your pictures
should but I can't in the hood a nigga ain't
Is it wood is or is it paint
Can't thaink because of the drank
Because of the cheese
Naw it's the jeans won't
the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos
Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle
I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow,
the train and lost my mind
Not quite the picture that I wanted to paint
I felt glory that day
In a dorian way
I kept on sinning, but I felt like a saint
wounded
I was injured
I was made to move to Denver
I was taken through a new adventure
Paint stripped from it's first fixture
I was placed in another
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
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