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Picture House Me Myself And You

take nothing but a memory From the house that built me Mama cut out pictures of houses for years From "Better Homes and Garden" magazine Plans were drawn and concrete poured And nail by nail and

t feel my beard stubble I screamed, "oh lord help!" Looked into the mirror and I couldn't see myself I called up my mom's house And realized

rob myself, wanna rob myself, wanna rob myself) And this the first time I ever though about robbin' myself bruh bruh (Wanna rob myself, wanna rob myself

it for you Are you shopping anywhere Changed the color of your hair Are you busy? And did you have to pay that fine You was dodging all the time Are you

bow, bow, bow If you don't know me, now you know me Fuck the talkin', nigga, you gon' have to show me Is you rollin' 'cause I'm rollin'? Is you ready 'cause I'm ready? Is you scary? I ain't scary Shebecca cased me, and

was doubt me Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me

, you'd be an animal too, if you were trapped In this fame and caged in it like a zoo And everybody's lookin' at you, what you want me to do? I'm startin

picture perfect me and you together Go through our good and bad moods together Plus I'm concerned if you don't come home Long as you call me and let me

Yeah, you see what I mean? You see what I mean, you motherfuckin' crybabies? Get in line punk, you should be studyin' your odds Instead of studyin' me