Lyrics
What
kind
of
picture
do
I
mail
ya?
(Oh)
'Cause
I
can
do
this
all
day
with
no
picture
frame
All
I
wanna
do
is
tell
ya
(No)
And
can't
nobody
read
my
mind,
if
they
do,
it's
too
late
I
don't
look
at
this
as
failure
(No)
Only
knowin'
who
I
love
and
who
I
don't
love
I
ain't
really
gotta
sell
ya
(No)
I
ain't
really
gonna
fuck
with
the
ones
I
don't
trust
People
comin'
in
and
out
Of
my
life,
I
see
you
now,
see
you
later
Tommy
Red
I've
been
announced
Pour
another
bottle
for
my
haters
Shinnin'
hard
how
you
see
me
now
You
can
catch
me
on
the
phone
with
the
paper
My
name,
it
be
in
they
mouth
Boy,
you
know
I'm
militant
like
a
raider
Yeah,
you
know
I'm
in
the
south
So
you
can
go
and
turn
me
up
like
a
fader
You
can
take
the
flavors
out
But
I'ma
still
be
me
by
the
end
of
day,
yeah
What
kind
of
picture
do
I
mail
ya?
(Oh)
'Cause
I
can
do
this
all
day
with
no
picture
frame
All
I
wanna
do
is
tell
ya
(No)
And
can't
nobody
read
my
mind,
if
they
do,
it's
too
late
I
don't
look
at
this
as
failure
(No)
Only
knowin'
who
I
love
and
who
I
don't
love
I
ain't
really
gotta
sell
ya
(No)
I
ain't
really
gonna
ball
with
the
ones
I
don't
trust
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