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
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
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
symphonies, Make your portrait on the head of a match I tricked all your friends I'm a good man, That I'm a gentleman, oh oh But really I'm a devious
x2: Warcloud] You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique You live inside my painting and move once a week I switched the art around, my friends