Lyrics:
Sunday morning, very bright, I read Your book by colored light
That came in through the pretty window picture.
I visited some houses where they
from the cry of the city
Where flowers, pretty, caress the streams
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it abide in my dreams
Picture me
bricks
My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus
'Mega, the pretty boy
Marylin's queen of the scene
In a humble abode
By the bowling green
Marylin she collects names
With picture profile computer games
To hang
He's got a smile that could set the world on fire
Independent with some wisdom that I've come to admire
But behind those pretty eye eye eyes
She's
Six man up on my
District
I aint stupid enough to get
Shifted
Neeky snapping your
Pictures
Lil bitches shudda wore
Lipstick
If step on your block whats
She's waking up
Alone in bed
She smokes a cigarette
And bows her pretty head
There's no one on the telephone
Your voice is always gone
You know
Found out that them dudes that's repping with you is cowards
Your right-hand man been effing you on the powder
Cut a body part off and they leave it by
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets
Sunday morning, very bright, I read Your book by colored light
That came in through the pretty window picture.
I visited some houses where they
did I care?
Fool that I was
Oh, little by little I burned
Maybe sometimes
There might be a flaw
But how pretty the picture was back then
What
Kevin wasn't really all that popular in school
But I remember well the day I thought now that guy's pretty cool
He pulled into the parking lot
wanna be pretty on Sabbath Sunday
It takes work to make you worship thee
Pictures worth a thousand pennies
What you promised is what you keep
Dress in
I stuck your picture by my mirror
So I could see you with me every morning when I woke up
You would obviously look so much better than me
'Cause
wanna be pretty on Sabbath Sunday
It takes work to make you worship thee
Pictures worth a thousand pennies
What you promised is what you keep
Dress in
Perfect for pictures, baby a winner
She's my dinner
Spice in the coop, baba ganoush
Shawty on the top of my flute
Playing the blues
All she do is
locket with two perfect pictures
Face-to-face but you had an addiction to anything that wasn't me
Now baby, it's pretty clear to see
That I'm locked up,
honestly I'm losing strength
Every day is another day
When I'm with you the sky turns gray
It may not be a pretty color but baby steps
The black cloud that
In the house, put the record on replay
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh
Every time you go
bricks
My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus
'Mega, the pretty boy
to be like you
all we have in common is getting high in the bathroom
all the cool kids are passing on by
their pretty girlfriends are looking for some
the dimples and the curls
By the pretty and the mischievous
By the timid and the blessed
By the blowing skirts of ladies
Who promise to gather you to their
the feather in your cap,
You gon pay a pretty penny for that pleasure in your lap.
The cat purrs with the promise that acts
Like an actor who was always
the seaside
Still rainbows I see
No pressure I just love it when I'm with you
Remind me of a sunset
Pretty little picture
Posting on the gram without a silly
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