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The Fingertips Picture Of My Own

But then a picture of my own Tells me I'm made to fall And it's a picture of my own A picture of my own, a picture of my own That's making me feel this

my own But I finally woke up Everything is better A chance for me to open up and grow 'Cause I can almost breathe the air Right beyond my fingertips

earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents And the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my

earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents. And in the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene, My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my

purchased on my own I finally woke up Everything is better A chance for me to open up and grow I can almost breathe the air Right beyond my fingertips

I purchased on my own I finally woke up Everything is better A chance for me to open up and grow I can almost breathe the air Right beyond my fingertips

span the classes like elastic with my classics [Chorus: scratches] [Mic Geronimo:] "I subdue the microphone and left in in submission" "I'm on my team, my hustle and my

the earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents And the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my

You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity For the lowest point in my character I'll reach the highest