Lyrics:
competition
But let me tell y’all thought she was pretty smooth
I just had to tell the truth
I don’t care how many pictures you’ve liked
I don’t care how many
And your only meaning
You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling
making pretty pictures of you.
You can fall when I will climb,
But I'll be falling over just by having you in mind.
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2: x2]
You
sittin' by my side
Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're huggin' with your baby
In the last row in the balcony?
Ah
'Cause now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone
I remember
I dream of pretty days
You can picture the rest
I dream of trippy things
I can picture my death
It can sound insane
Ye they're calling me crazy
I'm
Uh, I feel no pain
Uh, I've got my mask on
Uh, I'm numb to the world
The devil out to get me, moving pretty fast
Head on collision, I'm tryna avoid
picture
But it's blocked by hoes
I don't really got no discipline
I unblocked my hoes (Damn)
Swear, soon as I say
Soon as I say, babygirl Okay, fuck ayy,
sittin' by my side
Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're huggin' with your baby
In the last row in the balcony?
Ah
never get old
And the champagne's always cold
And the music is always good
And the pretty girls just happened to stop by in the hood
And they hop
show em Winnie Masikizela's picture
Pretty eyes,
Sweet Brown thighs
Pretty eyes
Melanin, Melanin, Melanin, Melanin, Melanin
I quote Queen the wise woman
fucking chased, by the demons that approached
They left you so torched
Swear these demon bitches are the prettiest
Pretty lies, pretty eyes
Look so innocent
So clean
So mean
A picture from a magazine
My favorite magazine
A pic from a magazine
Every time you walking by
I get a lil shy
Cause you always look
can compare
To the girl sittin' by my side.
A' Saturday night at the movies,
Who cares what picture you see
when you're huggin' with your baby
and looks good, fairy tale come alive
It stops and enchants everyone passing by
They take pictures , and post it online
It's just a matter of time, it all
thought she was too pretty, but one,
Nah, nah,naah, she was too pretty, thought she
Was, she was very, she was beautiful, and her picture, it just Looked
Look at all the people lined up outside,
This must be the place
I see beautiful women dressed in black,
Everyone a pretty face
Red lips,
picture
Flash it's gonna hit ya
Flash take my picture
I wanna be a celebrity
And everyone will be so jealous of me
Rich, skinny, famous, pretty
But just in
this, place all up in your face
Picture me painting pretty pussy with a pen and pad
And picking a pair of provocative peaches to press to the pace
Lets
bass this place all up in your face
Picture me painting pretty pussy with a pen and pad
And picking a pair of provocative peaches to press to the pace
can compare
To the girl sittin' by my side.
A' Saturday night at the movies,
Who cares what picture you see
when you're huggin' with your
can compare
To the girl sittin' by my side.
A' Saturday night at the movies,
Who cares what picture you see
when you're huggin' with your
movie
Cut to a desert isle
surrounded by the deep blue see
Fade to a picture of your lips kissin' me
Waves are crashin' as our love runs free
Let
the wind in our hair
By the fire
Recalling pictures of my first love
By the fire
With the flames burning higher
Good stuff happened back then
By the fire
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