'm not like I once used to be, and I was all that I had, which wasn't all much in the end and this head, this heart, was breaking apart by the start
suddenly, I'm not like I once used to be, and I was all that I had, which wasn't all much in the end and this head, this heart, was breaking apart by the start
withstand, the mo' power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing
top, Speak to that huh, [Verse:] Picture me rollin in that new 600, With the big rims on it, gettin blunted counting money Antother day in my side, I'm living the star life Picture
Shooting for the stars Desperately reaching for something in the dark Pictures of memories buried in my heart Lie awake and dream of the endless possibilities
second last 'Cause I got your picture I'm coming with you Dear Maria, count me in There's a story at the bottom of this bottle And I'm the pen Make it count
no stars, uh huh....... Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin "Who do you think you are?!" When I'm sober, start jumpin in it to
the bus Even when I don't have enough, still in God I trust Said baby you're a star Said I'm on the car, seen the jiggiest of stars become dust, and
the longest stride If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late Could you say goodbye to yesterday? Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures
at 8:32or the count from 29 districts. The revolution will not be televised. There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down Brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures
was makin' a compilation I was really makin' myself, they competition Fresh off the plane from the All-Star game ??? on TV so it's All-Star trains Just picture
sits there dreaming He's found a book on Magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling "At the count of 3" he says
his scalp come out You a kid, you don't live what you rap about Came poetic, too many haters to count Too much paper to count, QB bitch [Chorus:
Daddy's in the hallway Hanging pictures on the wall Mama's in the kitchen Making casseroles for all My brother came home yesterday From somewhere far
the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful
