Lyrics Pictures On My Wall - People Under The Stairs

Pictures On My Wall

Darling, I’m still blue
Cause nothing, oh nothing, takes the place of you
Showing them thighs, driving me insane
The comb… the comb…
Showing them thighs, driving me insane
The combination made my eyes bleed!
Darling, I’m still blue
Cause nothing, oh nothing, takes the place of you
Hell yeah
I’m Romeo-pathic, still scoping out a Juliet
On my screen, backlit, beautiful silhouette
Goddamn, make me wanna buy a dozen roses
«Like», «Like», «Like», «Like», selfie, she did a dozen poses
In a Dilla Donuts tank top, honey at the bus stop
Clothes get skimpy when the city gets mad hot
OG breakin' 4G, just hittin' refresh
She with the BFF at the beach having a sesh
Hashtag #bikinibottom got me feelin' Squidward
Grumpy old boss, kinda crossed with Dr. Hibbert
Cause I sweat her and I’m bootleg, but it’s all in good fun
Dumb shit like thumbs up, «OMG, you at Cinnabon?»
I don’t really care, it’s calories for her booty
I never meet these girls, they’re just internet cuties
But I still like 'em all, young and old, tall and small
I put their pictures on my wall!
Pictures on my wall
The combination made my eyes bleed!
I hang your pictures on my wall
I hang your pictures on my wall
The combination made my eyes bleed!
I hang your… nothing, oh nothing, takes the place of you
Oh my god… Oh my god
It’s been a minute since you put up a picture
I got 'em everywhere, still I wanna get wit 'cha
With your mani and pedi, bra-string spaghetti
Not like a rapper, but I wanna bust like confetti
Naw, I’m just playin', I know you heard the sayin'
«Love at first sight», just picture you and Mike
That’s ten million «Likes», your smile is flight
Who’s that dude with the comments I’m tryin' to fight?
And I ain’t even met 'cha
Girl, I’ll wet 'cha
The Super Soaker lover
Baby, I’ll get 'cha
I’ll walk down the pier
You could be my beach
Singin' outside your window
Inside I sneak
Your friends, they be buggin' like «Who that dude thuggin'?»
You be like, «Charlie Wilson, that nigga be humpin'!»
Lady, you are something, I wanna have a ball
Until then, I keep your picture on my
Yo… I know some of you brothas feel where we comin' from
(Don't question!)
So the homie got a new dance to show you
You can demonstrate how you feel when you see that dame up in the club
Instead of a rub-a-dub, it’s a different kind of rub
The kind of rub that expresses love (Yeah)
And she’s sure to dig it!
Hah!
Hah!
Ay-yo, Thes One, kick it!
Put your hand on your heart, put your hand on your heart
Peace, peace
Palm, palm
Do the rub floor, do the rub floor
And then you take a step back and have a heart attack
Yes, in your nine o’clock hour, you got DJ Blewfoot for the affair
Going underwater, where I won’t be coming up for air, y’all
I’ve got a few requests for ya
I got some beautiful uh… dedications here
We got Natalie to Matthew
Lily to Sam
Joe to Mandy Mac
Mack to Van
And Tate to Pau-Pau
Yeah, you gotta always remember that you can’t miss what you can’t measure
Alright, now, everybody keep it funky out there
On the one
Yeaaaah
Gonna get out one of the little People Under The Stairs, right?
To get into this little funky groove right here on the one
Keep it on the one, y’all.
Love ya
Special scene
On your lovely face, you always let me know (me know)
That you love me so 'til the end of time
On your lovely face, you always let me know
That you love me so 'til the end of time