Lyrics:
my living room
Set the oven to four hundred degrees myself
Perched up on a counter top to reach a kitchen shelf
It's dinner time and my parents are
your nose
Dose em up till you get dozed
Pushing up daisies you will get drove
By a remote control
My body hosted by Yah
Which is my soul control
Pimpin
Fuckin' up a bag like its on sight
I'm fucking up that bag
Call up three hundred cuz he got the pressure
Oh wait, we get it together
Come for my team its
I don't need your photograph to keep by my bed
Your picture is always in my head
I don't need you portrait, dear, to call you to mind
For sleeping
a hundred mil
These boys going blind they just happy being free
In a world of so many I just wanted me a key
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice
for your country."
"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"
"Godspeed, John Glenn."
"Happy birthday, Mr.
comfortably live inside their house
Possibly with offspring and a spouse
If they sat for family portrait
You could not exaggerate how still
They all sat while
been thinking, a portrait by calloused hands
And if I could do it again I would but this time it would be right
Second verse
What if we were all just
than Alanis
Acting like I'm happy
As these randoms
Try to take advantage
Cuz my kindness makes me weak
Car fax can't show the damage
I hide that shit
huns on the low
We end on good terms yea you already know
Your nigga ain't happy
I fucked on his side of bed
I saw a portrait of you two together when
ourselves?
Do we not love the change we seek from others?
Do we not wish that content will come
And break the walls of a society
Once held by the blocks of our
Transfixed by your voice
In an illuminating encounter
Pages softly turning
As I stand before you encaptured
He captivates me with these stunning
Due to loops im losing count of all the delicate days
I'm so tired of living constrained by etiquette's ways
Try to grow, been in chains by my pessimist
the opening scene
The plot was cruel, the plot was mean
'Happy Birthday Mr. President, you fill me with glee
How I wish you felt the same about me'!
The same
the stems, and placed them in a very special vase
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face
She would sit for hours, in her husband's
or need a do over
I am indeed sober once a year mid October
Sorta Betty and Veronica, a weapon plastered well framed
Portrait of America, perfection hashtag
worse is I ain't had my own worldview
Or I did, but itgot sheltered by the want
To fit in and be social, so I squeezed some puzzle pieces
I didn't fit,
Look at all the lonely strangers in this life
Some will signal humble danger, others smile
You may just walk by if scared
Or show a wider smile
Look at all the lonely strangers in this life
Some will signal humble danger, others smile
You may just walk by if scared
Or show a wider smile
wish you knew
Is it worth a thousand torments?
Why can't I have you?
Outside my window the sky is blue
Inside my heart is, too
I may look happy cause I
on Praed Street behind the glass
A picture process, in one hour fast
Intimate portraits of topless wives
Flashed indiscretions, snap-happy lives
Blood on the shores transformed to Crimson Tide
I built with Crazy Horse, made a black sun spack
The smoke shack was beat on by drum back stack
of trusting someone to make you happy
Though it's true that it's all you've ever wanted,
So you write another hundred songs, another hundred songs
ch you fool
I don't need your photograph to keep by my bed
Your picture is always in my head
I don't need you portrait, dear, to call you to mind
For sleeping
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