the walk by kicking sand in the dirt A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
thing), in your life until its gone (your) I'm taking your portrait, your portrait, your portrait off my phone I'm taking your portrait, (portrait) your portrait, your portrait
Straight edge of the blade There is a six pack of red bulls on the horizon It's like a portrait of your aggression But you'll always have sex with a
Wallace, my street knowledge is source When beef starting, niggas know my shit'll blow holes in Souls of my enemies, ain't no symphony I paint a portrait
with her falling 'round the room Listen Johnny You're like a mother To the girl you've fallen for And you're still falling Listen Johnny You're like a
her falling round the room. Listen Johnny; you're like a mother To the girl you've fallen for, And you're still falling. Listen Johnny; You're like a
with her falling round the room. Listen Johnny; you're like a mother To the girl you've fallen for, And you're still falling. Listen Johnny; You're like a