just what I am thinking if you'll listen I'll tell you once, I'll tell you twice Just can't be without you, you're my picture perfect person If I have
stolen, it can never be replaced, iYiYi Even if it's for a day, iYiYi I'ma text you up to say, iYiYi Missing you, missing you Oh baby, whenever I'm gone
face and baby You?re probably scared to be put out on display To be part of a showcase What if I could paint a picture You could be my Mona Lisa Baby
No, no Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection Fantasies of you in submission,
knees, make me wanna bust ass Or should I kick knowledge and I ain't even graduate But take it from me, it ain't cool to skip class, imagine it Five Gods, came to picture perfect
you set your own pace Your own space and the beautiful struggle Now baby tell what's it gonna take to prove that I love you When I'm gone you be missing
, whole f*cking a bis come here to picture how he bumping his fist ain't that a bloody bitch, she wasn't a bloody bitch she laid, her body's gone tardy
', she glad strokin' Lovin' the shit floatin' the drip The way you suckin' the dick just keep on suckin' it bitch Type of chick hella, buff picture perfect
fans, cause I'm livin for em We seein clouds but I paint a perfect picture for em Black rain, black rain We seein clouds but I paint a perfect picture
In your busted down Ford and your platform heels I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet Ah, but you were right, it was perfect
by your side forever I, I love you, baby, love you, baby Love, love you, baby, love you, baby I, love you, baby, love you, baby Love, I love you, baby, love you, baby
it feels like a million days A million days One hundred thousand million days Come home, come home baby Eye can't take this no more Yeah, come home girl, oh yeah Baby, baby, baby
now, I need to know I gotta know, baby Would you be right here beside me when I'm gone Still have my back without promise to have it all Baby, this
but love, and ain't a damn thang changed When I left girl, I was coming back to get you It was picture perfect, but I could paint a perfect picture
would be the picture if perfect had a face i promise you homie that you would be hungry like me if you had a taste i put it on my mama cause baby girl
woulda gone to church, maybe become a saint, Erased this so-called picture we paint, I woulda bin a soldier, no matter what shit I woulda bin perfect
