painted by numbers We're dancin' as we borrow You said it was love, I got what I need to get by We'll be the same tomorrow 'Cause we all been painted by numbers
painted by numbers We're dancin' as we borrow You said it was love I got what I need to get by We'll be the same tomorrow 'Cause we all been painted by
painted by numbers We're dancin' as we borrow You said it was love I got what I need to get by We'll be the same tomorrow 'Cause we all been painted by numbers
car stops Live by the sword, die by the sword, nigga my time is borrowed I paint this for another tomorrow (Chorus - 2x) [Z-Ro] I'm crucified by the
Have a baby by me; baby Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire
the sound so ominously tearing through the silence I cannot move I'm standing numb and frozen among the things I love so dearly the books, the paintings
The sound so ominously tearing through the silence I cannot move, I'm standing Numb and frozen Among the things I love so dearly The books, the paintings
(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) She sits by the window, stares into the night Just waiting for a foreign sound from outside Far beyond the atmospheres She is
She sits by the window Stares into the night Just waiting for a foreign sound from outside Far beyond the atmospheres, she is listening for a call To
receives the prize that was promised by all those fairy tales that drugged us. And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely, no laurel tree, just green envy. Will my number
ha ha ha) (We whooped that ass) And put the feelings aside, I know who I am I cast the grain by the pound I make sounds with the horn When I colour the
doing? Foolin ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself By not bein ourself We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat Nimrod by the time
of random numbers, a world of ones and zeroes It's only been a day but I already miss the trees A white on white room A painting of a cityscape Filling
finish school Don't get me wrong I never been a fool I just put off graduating for a pair of tennis shoes I used to use the beat to paint my pain But
as an appetizer Ambitious platters spiced with numbers My thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish... Giving sound advices on how to silence
