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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



Writer(s): Thomas Maynard



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