Lyrics:
the pussy, rub the nipple next
Bitch, which is worse?
My bark or my bite
You heard about me
and now I'm fucking you from dark to the light
You must
run away
Looking through a broken lens
For a life that we were picturing
No picture frame
No structure, no picture frame
I'm going anywhere that you're
Turned on the TV yesterday
So much pain bleeding through I had to look away
But inside me the picture's just the same
And every time I open up my
Good morning everybody
Thanks for being here this morning
Excuse me while I try to pick these pieces up
Welcome to the reflections of the broken
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
Without taking into account
They ways in which I hurt
Only being the subject
When my narrative makes me the victim
Only criticizing myself
To save face
Death by a Picture on a Phone
v1
I didn't know what to say Didn't know what to do.
When I saw a picture of Katy B. Kissin' you
Basically my face went
anyone
Take my words and play them back
Like the records you had stacked
I'm nothing but a voice inside your head telling you come on back
Your picture by
make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
the snappin'
Of the pictures and the carpets and the fake hands clappin'
And the "should've been me's" in all the afterparties acting
Like you having a good
my ass to see you glad
And you been with me since rags
And now we richer if you really pay attention
bar our life's a pretty picture
And I wanna
who tryin' to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge
Deadly as AIDS, niggas gettin' crossed like a maze
Now picture me
Don’t you tell me I ain’t popping
Curtain Call running round like paparazzi
Curtain Call take a picture for acknowledge
Curtain Call tell the people
money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm
come and rock with me everybody rocking out
I make em jump till there's a hole in the fucking ground
Pose for a picture, nigga I am so off the Richter
ugly
The ego high above me
The sky is lovely
The slightest move'll leave me hyper vigilant, I wouldn't trust me
So come and fuck with me
The mind full
and with me take my cigarettes
I should drop this album that's concealed in a
Easy to comprehend, more than a bird had been confident
Takin' these pictures
The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want me to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts
Once, I had no sympathy
so!
I feel the wind around me
Certain it calls my name
The whispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain.
Now I miss you so
Whoa
Boy
to force a happy tune
Lying to my family
By telling them I'm happy
Listen to the voices
Tried avoiding therapy
All my closest friends
Always call me up
wish you'd appear again
So have faith
That God will bring us home one day
How'd the pictures of us on the wall end up on the floor
I don't even know what
are now
Since "Can I Borrow a Dollar?" Ooh I'm a star now
I'm coming from Chi-town, we was the first to do it
Me, No I.D., Twilite Tone on the music
told em a brick of
Me is equevelent to 50 keys broken down sold around we in the city streets (wow) if you catch me sexing
A chick its a bisexual chick
like a minute
Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might
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