so far to go I just can't help But think about you, baby The places that I've been to Trying to see them through her eyes Like the picture from the childhood
ever burned you Nothing's ever left you scarred And even though you want to Just try to never grow up Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room
back-stabbing vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood
out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls, suzuki all gold,(whoo) fresh starch yo clothes had all da fine hoes..every time he took a picture
home Could not stress to me I wasn't grown 'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home To quiet the Stomach rumblings My demeanor Thirty years my senior My childhood
a vision or a message Till you been there, you won't get well I was sitting in a room I'd never recognize it With a picture before my eyes I've been
was selfish Will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint Will I go down as a winner, what's the picture they gon paint Wouldn't say that I'm
think about it maybe even visit But I wonder could I live there anymore Something 'bout the smell of cornbread cooking on a wood stove Seems to bring a picture
about it can't even visit well I wonder could I live there anymore [ guitar - steel ] Talking about the smell of cornbread cooking on a wood stove Seems to bring a picture
Fame makes a fool out of anyone Fame takes you back to the golden childhood Fame makes you think that you're having fun Fame the game Get on the plane
moon This ain't no ordinary night Looked to my left, looked to my right I felt the chill down to my bones I must have dreamed this once before Glanced at the pictures
written for you a hidden story Looking inside from the outside, I remember a time when I was young I'm looking at a picture of another time Of childhood
was a photograph On the family Christmas card Kids all dressed in buttons and bows And lined up in the yard Were the golden days of childhood So lyrical and warm Or did the picture
Coe And J. Bolotin MARIA HAS A MUSIC BOX SHE WINDS UP MOST EVERY DAY ONCE A WEEK IS ALL IT TAKES TO MAKE THE MUSIC PLAY MELODY IS JUST SOME CHILDHOOD
and alone So he opened it and found a faded picture Of a girl, he's never met but somehow seen Like a memory of a dream from early childhood Like a
grew up in the ghetto, though Yet strapped with a gat and stiletto, hoe Some say that I grew up in a wild hood Not even knowin where I spent my childhood
lives It will be Like childhood dreams Like cries in the silence But I'll have at least a chance Street filled with tears Are the picture of my life
Childhood dreams are nightmares to scenes Now I know what liebe means. Everyone I met before in this game are only pawns I find myself in shadows Searching for the distant echoes. Pictures