And you're painting the portrait of a fool Paint one heart that's been untrue Paint one soul make it blue And your paintin' the portrait of a fool
Can't tell the tears from the rain Can't tell the tears from the rain Most my life I've been running Paint a portrait of a fool With my heart in my
in May I remind you that it's been a year since then Today the landlady, she said to me (what did she say?) You're looney friend just made a pass at
Survivin' the game It's simple and plain I grew up on the darkside The eastside of D-town Portrait of the high time Where crime is a common Everyday factor Smoke from the barrel Like a
our separate ways Shit, we been had a divorce In and out of court, betta yet Neva was married any how and engaged Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a
you so hard? Kneeling 'neath your ceiling Yes, I guess I'll be here for a while I'm tryin' to read your portrait But, I'm helpless, like a rich man'
I'm making it plain I love you anyway You made a fool Out of me today I'm breaking the rule I love you anyway You threw the blame What a role to play
miss her when she's Your gonna miss her when she's gone You in your second hand suit That you wore to the portrait shoot It was just a dream that you
the day, is, too. The step is up here to meet me but the velvet fool. All my loveliness I have felt today. It's a little more than enough to make a man
blood You can see the pain in my eyes and what it does and why I don't give a fuck whether I live or die I'm a paint this world a portrait of my mind
ways That's how it was 'cuz now they got us blamin' at the fuzz It's all gun an' poses on a bed of roses gettin' shugged Wrap him in a rug, leave him
no trigger so I'm clickin' Real quick like a serial killa mon' straight from that cell for real 'a I'll buck you dead my nigga and it's a shame when
means you run into a nigga like Koop a nutcase Here I can tell by tha day its gonna be a long night When I take a swipe for you life my big black buldgin
think I'm a famous football player And you don't have a problem with me when I follow people I never met before And force them to look at the portrait
with Vogue magazine I touched her hand, asked for her name smiled through a tear drop, she said ashamed and every day since the bells chime regret a fool
I saw a picture of a child on her bedroom chest {easy} I took a good look and I felt so bad 'cause it was a portrait of judy at her grade 8 grad Torn
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
know exactly how it's gonna be, ha ha (You'll never catch me fool) What? Five lessons, five chapters, I'ma start How you gonna make a couple dollars
