Lyrics Picture This - Little Brother

Picture This

Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
No-no, no-no-no, no-no-no
Woo, woo
Picture this
Once in your heart, no one can ever depart
Make sure it’s real right from the start
Yeah, picture this
Early Saturdays, eating Golden Crisp
MC Hammer on the radio, I’m 2 Legit
Hammer dance with the Hammer pants, we movin' it
I was young when I fell in love wit' music quick
Dubbin' tapes, It Takes Two, Rob Base
I was dumb, I took two, rob place
Here they come, but this path, don’t wanna chase
I was more than happy being the customer
Creative writer, I scribe words, your day brighter
But for now, I’ma push it to the side, just the tip in
Hearin' Kathy trippin', talkin' 'bout college
Me an Po had a plan, if she did the knowledge
One plus one equal three where I’m from
Marvin youngest son had to become his own man in decision
God’s engineerin', Jesus at the wheel
The seven cities was my choice but the South appeal
Thought I’d be teaching people’s kids just to keep it real
I had hopes, never thought I’d sign a record deal
I’m just a kid from VA who considers himself blessed
Let the ungrateful fight about the rest, yes
Picture this
Once in your heart, no one can ever depart
Make sure it’s real right from the start (Yeah, yeah)
Picture this, down memory lane
Crazy how far that we came
Some things don’t ever have to change
Ayo, picture this
It’s Soundbombin' for the downtrodden
Whether the game’s elimination or round robin
'Cause God’ll laugh at your plans
Took half my advance, invested in a eight-passenger van
And drove off on behalf of the dance
Just me and my mans
Chasin' the dream and pretty girls with the long hair
But somethin' went wrong there, I tried to be strong
Was on the bottom so long, it felt like I belonged there
Picture this
Steppin' out on your faith is a heavy path
To make it out wit' your dignity and some petty cash
Pimp hand strong, we backhand it like Steffi Graf
The realest to do it, yo, put it on my epitaph
So fresh, so independent
So free, so me, why you in your feelings?
I needed shelter and I couldn’t find the antidote
So God gave me the words to let me Penicillin, yeah
Picture this
Once in your heart, no one can ever depart
Make sure it’s real right from the start
Picture this, down memory lane
Crazy how far that we came
Some things don’t ever have to change
Picture this
I, I, I can’t read the teleprompter.
Can you, can you do the fucking prompter
right?
No one knows how to operate a prompter in this building!
Son of a bitch!
May God bless our nation, and this station, thank you.
Take us out.
What does that mean, take us out?
It says here, «play us out.»
What does that
mean, music’s gonna play us out?
What the fuck does that mean?
I don’t even
like Little Brother.
And, tell you the truth Percy Miracles was a son of a
bitch.
Stole money from me, and at the Christmas party in 1989, I swear to God,
he hit on my wife.
I’ll never forgive Percy for that.
It’s a miracle that he’s
dead.
I feel bad about saying that.
I, I, I shouldn’t have said that.
I sincerely apologize