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
the reason you gave me the wrong number She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman" Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin' Your toes painted
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
we 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
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
salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by
nigga who ain't even 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
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
We're now smoking with the best (the best) Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless A nice environment Surprise, entirely hypnotized by the sound
side of the track, lookin visibly shaken Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers with crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin God but havin children by
?s go We?re now smoking with the best (the best) Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless A nice environment Surprised, entirely hypnotized by the sound
why they, wanna playa hate on me? 'cause I'm nothin' but a g, Wingkit hits and rims, The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by, Sound
(Chorus) That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain Chain gang That's the sound of a madman workin' on the chain Chain gang (L-Burna) Mama
the lessened distance Between thought patterns and their secular manifestations The role of men as listening receptacles is to be increased by a number
s the reason you gave me the wrong number She got me feelin' like, 'maybe she the wrong woman' Think I'ma be chasin' the chicken head, you on somethin' Your toes painted
