Lyrics:
their chick with last guy
To get rid of the bad vibes you figured you ask why
Her past life is still chilling in the picture frame
She'd probably forget
keep it so real
And the fuckin' out da frame slangin' pipe dat da deal
Where my ghetto niggaz at dat be buckin' da system
Runnin red lights, and they
skies
I thought it was over and we passed all that
All we've done is to pass back to frame number one
Come on, now, now
I want to show you all
I?ve got this sweet frame of mind
Lit up the sky like a redemption sign
Oh, are the brake-lights on, baby, or are the wheel in spin?
Will you even
Out of the glitter and the shine
Out of the corner of my eye
Saw you walking I freeze the frame
My lucky game
We could of been strangers if we
the fire, Wodie now we spittin them flames
Will I remain, Yes Sir, seein' the change
Dirty South seein' heat baby, rippin your frame
Black shoes, black
from gilded frames
All the breaking glass
I want it back
Now you're so pure
Propped up by your ghost
All the cheap allure
I want it back
train
Every moment of the day
I feel it crumbling away, if I
I only have myself to blame
For all the cracks within the frame that I find
Have I
Drift out into a distant place
Crawl back towards a steady base
And make a frame, in which you can play your final game
Can you make sure that
and shit done changed
I went from a bronco to a six range
Nawmakazel, now it's Cartier frames
Light weight chains, princess cuts mang
Chedda like velvetta,
applause
while I'm hunted by laws
therefore contents are pressurized
top to bottom on your mind frame, visualize
[Oatmeal]
and I was blessed with a steady
frame,
It seems I always rush.
Oh angel come to me.
Yes, angel set me free
And touch me.
Touch me now
Touch me
Touch me now
Touch me now
I need this one
To protect my frame
Niggers that get bread
Gotta have toasters
Or have a thug friend
Whatchin' over their shoulders
the heat
I come correct in this rap game
Rappers act insane
Meanwhile I'm blowin the mic an back in the frame
They can't see me, they can't feel the real
this way
But for now I'm gonna have to face it
These are the days
Gotta to use these lonely time
Change the picture in my frame of mind
Outside
thing
I got your picture hangin' on the wall
But it can't see or come to me when I call your name
I realize it's just a picture inside a frame
I
on and place those
Nervous palms in mine
We'll drive the fear from both our frames
Sending bitten bullets through those bitter pills
In an unexpected plot
so close I can taste it
Then it seems so far away I can't face it. embrace it!
To chase it we take to city streets and interstates
With frames
A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading
The poor suckers brain
I'm one of those men
But hey then again: Who's to say
Grey is coming, a broken frame
A lonely shadow filled the frame of a 6th floor window
A tenament resemblin' a 5th ward shit hole
A tortured soul type of agoraphobe
Who sported
Reasoned, senseless, that's how I feel
How defenseless and blind can one be
Purified shall be my name
After your hand
Placing this picture to the frame I
And read my name
From a hidden frame
And pretend that he knows me
He'd say I look
Like million bucks
Through he doesn't give a fuck
About who I am
About what
stay right beside you
I used to write your name
And put it in a frame
And sometimes I think I hear you call
Right through my bedroom wall
You stay
that's how we do it down here
Down here, we be off the chain
Down here, we roll foreigns and wide frames
Down here, riding on dubs and 4 swanging
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