long at these pictures of you that i almost beleive that they're real i've been living so long with my pictures of you that i almost believe that the pictures
Along with all the pain you brought me Every picture in a frame Will be replaced By the one who's gonna cure me I don't wanna remember I just wanna forget you Turn you
paint this picture for you baby, yup You spend your nights alone And he never comes home And every time you call 'em All you gets a busy tone I heard you
who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you Get violent on you, you
fact of the matter is A better world begins with you Be the best person you can be Pass those values to your family And when you pray for those you
so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures
do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas For niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's You're facin', the Cochise of operation And if you ain't tastin' you
m in need of a remedy To cure me from loving you It may sound a little extreme I'll do what I have to do Bury your jacket in my backyard Carry your picture
feel inside When you found me here in darkness I was cursing at my fate Before you leave me standing It is not too late Redemption I don't need no cure
a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you! Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give And
you Ya stupid fail niggas fucked up Becouse bitches is talking They living, i'm twisting You alleybag You killed my man, you killed my man And you sent
crazy In the pages and all over the magazine covers People gossip about you and your long list of lovers (You don't) Girl, you don't know about me but you
, so sick Livin' dead ever since Yeah, do ya wanna know what that Siccness is? The Siccness is when you hug your mama and ya dick get hard Or you walk
Words is a cure that help me heal up a heart Words can become that evil game that help me get what I want You start where you end, you end where you
a C-section I know it sound foul and sound hecka rude, it ain't cool But it go down like that sometime when you're funkin, and you're puttin down a move
you baby You got me walking Boy you got me walking You got me walking on air You got me walking Boy you got me walking You got me walking on air
Can you read signs? can you read stars? Can you make peace? can you fight war? Can you milk cows, even though you drive cars? huh Can you survive, Against