Pumps drunk with oil Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to LAX People fill their tanks in flights of fancy Actors waitin' tables with a method
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost
I think images are worth repeating Images repeated from a painting Images taken from a painting From a photo worth re-seeing I love images worth repeating
You have her pictures You have her pictures You have her pictures Everywhere You're covered in stitches You're covered in stitches You think I can't
Can you hear it? The sound of something burning Something changing On the merry-go-round tonight The pictures on my wall Are about to swing and fall
In the world's mighty gallery of pictures Hang the scenes that're painted from life There's pictures of love and of passion And there's pictures of keys
[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy] FEDS takin' pictures of me Niggas still snitchin' on me Nine hundred for the sip What'chu think I'm smokin' homie? Oh what'chu
Start stop and start, stupid acting smart Flirting with the flicks, you say it's just for kicks You'll be the victim of your own dirty tricks You got
(Intro) I can't breath in this space that's filled with your sound Can't call a spade, a spade in this town Dug a hole that I can't get out I can't figure
Grim faced and forbidding Their faces closed tight An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm Race the oncoming night They chase through the streets
There are pictures of Suzy scattered all about the room And I don't know what I should do There are things I remember Things that I can't But I know that
You know we tried to make you understand We tried to make you realize her fame is down and time is up But somehow it don?t seem enough ?Cos the world
I just want to watch the paradise I just want to see that clear, clear light Don't want to be a member of a species that's deceasing Keep on making those
Follow the light that glows Through your bedroom window Tonight, tonight, the fading twilight There's a hollow deep in the woods Where you know you're
Well, there's a little boy waitin' at the counter of a corner shop He's been waitin' down there, waitin' half the day They never ever seem to have the
I feel your heart, it's beating time with mine You thought love, love, love was on the line He holds you down but I know you want to run But you're hot
Unstable condition, a symptom of life In mental and environmental change Atmospheric disturbance, the feverish flux Of human interface and interchange