Lyrics:
Once upon a time in this ionosphere city
Baby, you can see the picture on page twenty-five
Maybe it's the way that makes the destination pretty
rather be
Duh duh duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh duh duh
All I wanna do, baby
Duh duh duh duh duh duh
Duh duh duh duh duh duh
Is take a picture of this
be the favorite all along (All along, Long)
If we ain't cuttin' best I cut them out the picture
Told me boy where you goin' I'm coming with you, Yeah
all in (all in)
She know I be balling like DeRozan on offense (whoa)
I'm so antisocial I don't trust niggas at all man
It's a bigger picture to me,
ass
Draw them up,
Yeah like there's candy girl
I ain't tryin'a connect
Or paint a picture
I'm not in it, never will be
You can't be me, get your freak
on the picture at hand you know
I got dreams and ambitions
I got dreams and ambitions
Am be a star one day
Am be a star one day
I got dreams and ambitions
I got
Thought our
Future would be cooler
It would be cooler
Silly me I'd thought I'd paint a perfect picture
Tried to live a life I wasn't living with ya
Tried
Take your pictures, it's so lame
Boys will just be boys
Should've known you'd be the same
Now watch me crash your fortress
Fortress (You chose lego
and only joy
All he has to give, he would give to bring back the life,
And raise the one who lies beneath the snow
He lights a lamp and looks at pictures
I tried hard to mend my wicked ways
Acted like a lunatic for years
Lord knows I try to be good
I'd keep my promises if only I could
You count
be given tonight
All of this is news to me
I wondered why you never called
I guess that's the way that it's meant to be
If you're gonna ride you
If I could turn it all 'round again
We'd be lying side by side
And things would be the way
They were back then
Picture this and paint it blue
"Weeks, day, hours, minutes
('till I'll be home)."
A kiss on the cheek in the old town park
Carved your name in the shape of a heart
Walked
all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed
should stop it,
If I regret all I've done,
I would be trapped inside that locket,
You put my picture in a box,
It was the one inside your locket,
What
should stop it,
If I regret all I've done,
I would be trapped inside that locket,
You put my picture in a box,
It was the one inside your locket,
What
can't I just can't taste the freedom I've been I've been painting pictures Stuck in a room full of voices Oh with nobody to be seen I can sense
the neighborhood
Is dressing up to be there too
And we're gonna have a ball
Just like we always do
Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you
hands, and
Instead they give a hand held
And make you shoulder life's burden by your damn self
One thing that can't be debated
Power never changed
Ham squad on deck
Ham squad on deck
Ham squad on deck
Hey hey do you wanna be famous
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is
Everyone
wrong
See nothing wrong
So sick and tired of all these pictures of me
Completely wrong
Totally wrong
I'm not surprised and really, why should I be
wrong
See nothing wrong
So sick and tired of all these pictures of me
Completely wrong
Totally wrong
I'm not surprised and really, why should I be
plate, lil' man
I be pullin' stunts from France to Japan
Can say I'm the shit, twenty languages
Picture that, compute if you can
My walk got body,
all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed
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