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Picture House It S Not Too Late

Get down... yo before it's too late And all the real party people let me hear you say, "turn it up" Let it bang, 'cause when we party yo it ain't no thang

friends, I'm not the one who fucked up, you brought this to it's end, All these last ditch efforts, they're too late, too little, we're different types

can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall it reminds me that it's not so bad it's not so bad I drank too

nothing of it And just shoved it in the closet Until the day that word dripped out like leaky faucet Alberto was homosexual I ain't have nothing against it

thugs meadow out Crack blood devil house, gat slugs, here's your addict Pushers of conceited habits, took us, look and seen me mad it Cash laws, blast

to think: It's pathetic, but I'd be the richest prince if you once more unzip and let me sip your drink Addicted to your love worse than nicotine But there's too

all the thugs play Too many we lost, too many we missed, ay' yo Too many we lost, too many we missed, ay' yo Too many we lost, too many we missed, ay

thing to say you did it It's one thing to lie about your didgits It's one thing to say that you live it It's another for you fuckers to admit it But

get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night Or find your picture of your autoposy