Red Colour Of Liberty Some Pleasures With Lustful Appearance Some Features With Forced Laughs Forms Of Tears To Fade The Shame So Far From The Pictures
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A Red Colour Of Liberty Some Pleasures With Lustful Appearance Some Features With Forced Laughs Forms Of Tears To Fade The Shame So Far From The Pictures
A Tryin Me Is Like Snow In June I Done Took Niggas Shots Wit Out Showin Woons Im Like Wolvereen Wit A Pocket Full Of Green -N- I Glow In Roooms My Flow's Been Groomed I See The Bigger Picture
how can you act this? I exist on a plane, where the jar is my brain, I'm livin' to retrieve cells, Antenae my stick, picture bigger, made of liquor, figure
all the richness end Tell him to come watch me perform, but they don't go, and if I'm Stranded and I need a ride, they say they coming but they don't show Picture
Me and my closest road dogz To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby The return of the mashers, you know how we do it Hahaha! [2Pac] Shit half
gentlemen This is a jazzy fizzly productizzly Mah nizzle (ha) Outlawz, outlawz 2Pac, Makaveli, still breathing Yeah... [Verse 1: Tupac] Picture
Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture
I'm tired of closing my eyes, to picture you in my mind It feels so cold to be alone Not sure where I want to be, so close to finding my dream We need
one man with his one pair of eyes I dress in normal clothes and I don't try to disguise I'm looking out for love however it may seem I never do return
Oh, you're back to me and the hunger returns I told myself I was done for good All the memories of all the pictures burned I see them dancing My heart
(feat. Shawn Milke) Oh, you're back to me and the hunger returns I told myself I was done for good All the memories of all the pictures burned I see
't be wrong. It's no fun but I've been here before Far from home and I'm fighting your war. (Not the way I pictured this, I wanted better things) Some
call your phone,seems like you're never at the home And you don't return my call (No...) It tears me apart, this's breaking up my heart CHORUS I still have your picture
hand His courtesy strained Who do you think you are? I close with my regards Well I'm the red-face gentleman Caught in this picture postcard Who do
up,get up,get up,get up,come on (come on) Have me come for [Bizzy] One,two look at the tally they drew my picture with Bob Marley They probably wanna
I couldn't imagine anyone else come up for the weekend I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself well it's gone and it's not returning and your clothes and pictures
