I saw ol' Santa through my window Christmas eve My eyes were really droopy but I really do believe It must've been ol' Santa 'cause I saw his big red
streets You can't get in without me I'm Presidential, Obama painted the Vogues black Toping in the Chevy, top rollin' back My life a motion picture, bitch
, are you sure it's my pop? Did he have matty gray hair with a bald spot on top? Did he have bright blue eyes that never know fear And a tattoo says GERTRUDE
it to the pawn shop My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan Big white clouds, like chariots that swing
There's a picture in my mind I can't get out I can see so clear and bright Kinda like the sunshine shining through the clouds Imagine for a moment Everybody
Bright explosion in the sky A light that burned my eyes Made me come alive I thought I'd seen a sign And prayed that I was right As tears filled my eyes
me feel Give me touch The window's broken bleeding screaming Lying in the hall I'm gone no one remembers me A picture on the wall "He was such a bright
and griped ya' Step back and beat the big picture These cats as though in my head I charge the mound just to get the picture Bitch clearest specialist
I saw ol' Santa Through my window Christmas eve My eyes were really droopy But I really do believe It must've been ol' Santa 'Cause I saw his big
s time I might have just one more I gotta do some quick reading For the big meeting But my head is spinning And I can't quite open my eyes As long as
'm picturing you smile at me I want you to be with me NOW Your hair is brown -- I'm picturing it hanging down I'm picturing it falling 'round those big brown eyes
degrees in my truck Loosened my tie, wiped the sweat out of my eyes, mixed with tears Mind thick with fears, I've lost everything that I done built for years Bright
Wound:] What's happenin' This for them niggas that saw we shappin' them Jeffro Bo Dean niggas "oooo he so clean with' it" Slappin' two fifteens canary yellow bright
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 for em [Chorus
got my back Running, like Pac and Big, like, Ghost and Jada Running back and forth, left and right like a fader Like an entertainer, got paparazzi taking pictures
(feat. T-Pain) [Verse 1:] It was Friday night and I was feelin aight (yup) Downtown Atlanta, big city, bright lights Mixin Heni with the Sprite while
sip, ya love it a lot While you sleepin, I'm creapin wit the intricate plot Cuz picture me up in the morgue, way before my time Picture you tryin to
of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday...) Verse Two: Big Boi Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi It