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Cause I got prison in my skin\nBut I won't ever have a prison in my picture\nListen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops\nPrinciples a killer, all for the skrilla\nBut, it's not hard\nIt comes from within\nSo don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling\n\nAnd don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller\nYou can be a king\nNow you can work a nine to five if it makes you smile at night\nMoney ain't a measure of success\nCause you can have a billion and dead\nYou can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress\nSo listen\n\nI don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\nAnd can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you\nAnd can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams\nForget the money brother, tell me what makes you you\nCan you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick?\nWhat makes you smile, what makes you laugh?\nWhat makes you sick?\nCan you tell me why you're on this earth\n\nCan you tell me why you're living\nIs it in and out of prison\nAre you tryna touch a nation?\nOr are you tryna touch a paigon?\nYou get your picture, get to painting\nAre you playing in a stadium?\nOr are you sitting in a station?\nYou get your picture, get to painting\n\nAre you the guy inside the hospital\nThat's praying that he makes it\nOr working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save him\nAre you buried in a grave?\nFor some pennies and a chain\nA memory that fades\nA picture you didn't paint\nI bet them boys think I'm panicking\n\nPep Guardiola, G, I'm managing\nStop saying that you beef me, it's embarrassing\nI never had these paigons, till my face was on this rapping ting\nNow every other yute is on chatty ting\nSee me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin\nMusic, money, paigons, education, fam I handle it\nI try so hard in my tracks to give a message\nBut it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages\n\nI swear you don't know pressure\nAsk Jack, I had labels playing deal or no deal like I'm Noel Edmonds\nIndependent, no pressure\nMy whole team Nike'd out to the socks you should know better\nA-levels, no pressure\nAnd my ex just text me, she should know better\nI can still paint a picture, put a pen into my hand\nIt's time to paint your picture my brother\nNow you can go get it","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.28] Picture me, 23, a bag of sold out shows\n[00:21.96] I made it out of music, I took all my bros\n[00:24.19] And this merchandise is poppin', I sell all my clothes\n[00:26.64] And all these hoes are ghost, I got one real girl\n[00:28.99] Picture me, 23, I didn't chase my dreams\n[00:31.12] My mum wanted me to do finance, so I came off beats\n[00:33.76] And now I'm sitting at a desk, with a 2: 2 in finance\n[00:36.36] Eating pasta on my lunch break\n[00:37.41] While I'm scribbling my rhymes\n[00:38.65] And picture me, 17, in an all black suit\n[00:40.76] Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew\n[00:43.33] Giving half-heart apologies\n[00:44.88] For watching while they bottled me\n[00:46.04] Or running when they shot at me\n[00:47.19] You're next up if you prodigy, wait\n[00:48.62] I meant poke a G\n[00:49.65] Picture me, a road banger, I hope that you don't notice me\n[00:52.08] No face for the road, my G\n[00:53.26] Kill him in seven ways, lemon haze how I smoke a G\n[00:55.63] Name can get you out the beef, pissed if you owe me Ps\n[00:58.13] Them boys try and piss take, boy, what a mistake\n[01:00.39] I'll come back with a shotty\n[01:01.35] And blow your lungs out your ribcage\n[01:02.95] Picture me a snitch, nah I couldn't picture that\n[01:05.18] Picture me a snitch, nah I couldn't ever think of that\n[01:07.42] Picture me with a baby mum\n[01:08.61] That didn't wanna see me blow\n[01:10.11] So she let my talent go to waste like Robinho\n[01:12.15] I've been involved, I've seen the roads\n[01:13.97] Where the good die young, and the bad get life\n[01:15.62] And the ugly is the ugly, but\n[01:17.12] Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham\n[01:19.23] Known for words in a sentence\n[01:20.51] I put verbs in a sentence\n[01:21.98] There's action in my letters\n[01:23.13] And I never compromise\n[01:24.23] Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style\n[01:26.53] 'Cause I got my own agendas, I got music all that matters\n[01:29.18] But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n[01:33.95] What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers\n[01:36.20] Picture you, I don't know your picture can you paint it for me?\n[01:39.05] And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint it for me?\n[01:41.30] And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me?\n[01:43.87] Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me?\n[01:46.38] And if you can't, then don't worry G, you got time\n[01:48.78] But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft\n[01:51.31] 'Cause, how you know you're going down the wrong road\n[01:53.24] If you're in a dark place, and you don't select a path\n[01:55.77] But picture you talking loads about goals and riches\n[01:58.76] With a phone, full of cro shots, hoes and bitches\n[02:01.06] And a head filled with fast dreams\n[02:02.92] I talk to God like it's RE\n[02:04.54] About my picture 'cause I can't see\n[02:06.33] I'm at war with my mind\n[02:07.57] So I'm still with a sket getting Ed like Hardy\n[02:10.32] And I don't mind\n[02:11.26] 'Cause them man there all speakers like Parties\n[02:13.28] I'm conflicted on this mission\n[02:14.23] So I'm still in the mist with a black star on my waist like Kwame\n[02:17.30] Guys are on my case\n[02:18.36] It's like i wasn't dialling banks for some pay\n[02:20.16] While you was busy flicking shanks for a name\n[02:22.22] Or busy robbin' drugs, with a dipper\n[02:24.09] Or you could call me Scofield\n[02:25.38] Why? Cause I got prison in my skin\n[02:26.79] But I won't ever have a prison in my picture\n[02:28.72] Listen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops\n[02:31.21] Principles a killer, all for the skrilla\n[02:34.02] But, it's not hard\n[02:35.39] It comes from within\n[02:36.47] So don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling\n[02:38.82] And don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller\n[02:42.64] You can be a king\n[02:43.55] Now you can work a nine to five if it makes you smile at night\n[02:46.41] Money ain't a measure of success\n[02:47.91] Cause you can have a billion and dead\n[02:49.54] You can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress\n[02:53.41] So listen\n[02:54.15] I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n[02:56.23] And can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you\n[02:58.78] And can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams\n[03:00.91] Forget the money brother, tell me what makes you you\n[03:03.43] Can you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick?\n[03:05.53] What makes you smile, what makes you laugh?\n[03:07.04] What makes you sick?\n[03:07.91] Can you tell me why you're on this earth\n[03:09.84] Can you tell me why you're living\n[03:11.08] Is it in and out of prison\n[03:12.21] Are you tryna touch a nation?\n[03:13.99] Or are you tryna touch a paigon?\n[03:15.69] You get your picture, get to painting\n[03:17.25] Are you playing in a stadium?\n[03:18.55] Or are you sitting in a station?\n[03:20.59] You get your picture, get to painting\n[03:21.94] Are you the guy inside the hospital\n[03:23.22] That's praying that he makes it\n[03:24.59] Or working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save him\n[03:26.96] Are you buried in a grave?\n[03:28.03] For some pennies and a chain\n[03:29.13] A memory that fades\n[03:30.35] A picture you didn't paint\n[03:31.48] I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n[03:33.14] Pep Guardiola, G, I'm managing\n[03:34.69] Stop saying that you beef me, it's embarrassing\n[03:36.44] I never had these paigons, till my face was on this rapping ting\n[03:38.85] Now every other yute is on chatty ting\n[03:40.90] See me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin\n[03:43.60] Music, money, paigons, education, fam I handle it\n[03:46.05] I try so hard in my tracks to give a message\n[03:48.44] But it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages\n[03:50.91] I swear you don't know pressure\n[03:52.43] Ask Jack, I had labels playing deal or no deal like I'm Noel Edmonds\n[03:55.97] Independent, no pressure\n[03:57.86] My whole team Nike'd out to the socks you should know better\n[04:00.56] A-levels, no pressure\n[04:02.70] And my ex just text me, she should know better\n[04:04.97] I can still paint a picture, put a pen into my hand\n[04:07.50] It's time to paint your picture my brother\n[04:09.19] Now you can go get it\n[04:10.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Picture Me\n artist: Dave\n album: Picture Me\n duration_ms: 281000\n instrumental: false\n language: en\nlines:\n- text: Picture me, 23, a bag of sold out shows\n start_ms: 19210\n end_ms: 21510\n words:\n - 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Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham\n[01:19.23] Known for words in a sentence\n[01:20.51] I put verbs in a sentence\n[01:21.98] There's action in my letters\n[01:23.13] And I never compromise\n[01:24.23] Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style\n[01:26.53] 'Cause I got my own agendas, I got music all that matters\n[01:29.18] But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n[01:33.95] What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers\n[01:36.20] Picture you, I don't know your picture can you paint it for me?\n[01:39.05] And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint it for me?\n[01:41.30] And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me?\n[01:43.87] Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me?\n[01:46.38] And if you can't, then don't worry G, you got time\n[01:48.78] But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft\n[01:51.31] 'Cause, how you know you're going down the wrong road\n[01:53.24] If you're in 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Cause I got prison in my skin\n[02:26.79] But I won't ever have a prison in my picture\n[02:28.72] Listen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops\n[02:31.21] Principles a killer, all for the skrilla\n[02:34.02] But, it's not hard\n[02:35.39] It comes from within\n[02:36.47] So don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling\n[02:38.82] And don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller\n[02:42.64] You can be a king\n[02:43.55] Now you can work a nine to five if it makes you smile at night\n[02:46.41] Money ain't a measure of success\n[02:47.91] Cause you can have a billion and dead\n[02:49.54] You can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress\n[02:53.41] So listen\n[02:54.15] I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n[02:56.23] And can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you\n[02:58.78] And can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams\n[03:00.91] Forget the money brother, tell me what makes you 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don't select a path\n\n But picture you talking loads about goals and riches\n With a phone, full of cro shots, hoes and bitches\n And a head filled with fast dreams\n I talk to God like it's RE\n About my picture 'cause I can't see\n I'm at war with my mind\n So I'm still with a sket getting Ed like Hardy\n And I don't mind\n\n 'Cause them man there all speakers like Parties\n I'm conflicted on this mission\n So I'm still in the mist with a black star on my waist like Kwame\n Guys are on my case\n It's like i wasn't dialling banks for some pay\n While you was busy flicking shanks for a name\n Or busy robbin' drugs, with a dipper\n\n Or you could call me Scofield\n Why? 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And the ugly is the ugly, but\n\n Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham\n Known for words in a sentence, I put verbs in a sentence\n There's action in my letters and I never compromise\n Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style\n 'Cause I got my own agendas, I got music all that matters\n But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n\n Picture you, I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint it for me?\n And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me?\n Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me?\n And if you can't, then don't worry G, you got time\n But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft\n 'Cause, how you know you're going down the wrong road\n If you're in a dark place, and you don't select a path\n\n But picture you talking loads about goals and riches\n With a phone, full of cro shots, hoes and bitches\n And a head filled with fast dreams\n I talk to God like it's RE\n About my picture 'cause I can't see\n I'm at war with my mind\n So I'm still with a sket getting Ed like Hardy\n And I don't mind\n 'Cause them man there all speakers like Parties\n\n I'm conflicted on this mission\n So I'm still in the mist with a black star on my waist like Kwame\n Guys are on my case\n It's like I wasn't dialing banks for some pay\n While you was busy flicking shanks for a name\n Or busy robbin' drugs, with a dipper\n\n Or you could call me Scofield\n Why? 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earth\n Can you tell me why you're living\n Is it in and out of prison?\n\n Are you tryna touch a nation?\n Or are you tryna touch a paigon?\n You get your picture, get to painting\n Are you playing in a stadium?\n Or are you sitting in a station?\n You get your picture, get to painting\n\n Are you the guy inside the hospital\n That's praying that he makes it\n Or working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save him?\n Are you buried in a grave?\n For some pennies and a chain\n A memory that fades\n A picture you didn't paint\n\n I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n Pep Guardiola, G, I'm managing\n Stop saying that you beef me, it's embarrassing\n I never had these paigons, 'til my face was on this rapping ting\n Now every other yute is on chatty ting\n See me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin\n Music, money, paigons, education, fam I handle it\n I try so hard in my tracks to give a message\n But it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages\n\n 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'Cause I got prison in my skin\nBut I won't ever have a prison in my picture\nListen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops\nPrinciples a killer, all for the skrilla\n\nBut, it's not hard, it comes from within\nSo don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling\nAnd don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller\nYou can be a king\nNow you can work a nine-to-five if it makes you smile at night\nMoney ain't a measure of success\n'Cause you can have a billion and dead\nYou can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress\nSo listen\n\nI don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\nAnd can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you?\nAnd can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams\nForget the money brother, tell me what makes you you?\nCan you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick?\nWhat makes you smile, what makes you laugh, what makes you sick?\nCan you tell me why you're on this earth\nCan you tell me 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but\n[01:17.38] Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham\n[01:19.73] Known for words in a sentence, I put verbs in a sentence\n[01:21.93] There's action in my letters and I never compromise\n[01:24.78] Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style\n[01:26.76] 'Cause I got my own agendas, I got music all that matters\n[01:29.42] But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n[01:34.27] What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n[01:36.42] Picture you, I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n[01:39.36] And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint it for me?\n[01:41.50] And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me?\n[01:44.17] Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me?\n[01:46.63] And if you can't, then don't worry G, you got time\n[01:49.06] But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft\n[01:51.56] 'Cause, how you know you're going down the wrong road\n[01:53.41] If you're in a 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but\n[01:17.36] Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham\n[01:19.71] Known for words in a sentence, I put verbs in a sentence\n[01:21.95] There's action in my letters and I never compromise\n[01:24.75] Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style\n[01:26.73] 'Cause I got my own agendas, I got music all that matters\n[01:29.48] But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n[01:34.24] What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n[01:36.49] Picture you, I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n[01:39.32] And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint it for me?\n[01:41.54] And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me?\n[01:44.18] Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me?\n[01:46.65] And if you can't, then don't worry G, you got time\n[01:49.03] But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft\n[01:51.53] 'Cause, how you know you're going down the wrong road\n[01:53.48] If you're in a 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And the ugly is the ugly, but\n\n Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham\n Known for words in a sentence, I put verbs in a sentence\n There's action in my letters and I never compromise\n Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style\n 'Cause I got my own agendas, I got music all that matters\n But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n\n Picture you, I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint it for me?\n And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me?\n Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me?\n And if you can't, then don't worry G, you got time\n But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft\n 'Cause, how you know you're going down the wrong road\n If you're in a dark place, and you don't select a path\n\n But picture you talking loads about goals and riches\n With a phone, full of cro shots, hoes and bitches\n And a head filled with fast dreams\n I talk to God like it's RE\n About my picture 'cause I can't see\n I'm at war with my mind\n So I'm still with a sket getting Ed like Hardy\n And I don't mind\n 'Cause them man there all speakers like Parties\n\n I'm conflicted on this mission\n So I'm still in the mist with a black star on my waist like Kwame\n Guys are on my case\n It's like I wasn't dialing banks for some pay\n While you was busy flicking shanks for a name\n Or busy robbin' drugs, with a dipper\n\n Or you could call me Scofield\n Why? 'Cause I got prison in my skin\n But I won't ever have a prison in my picture\n Listen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops\n Principles a killer, all for the skrilla\n\n But, it's not hard, it comes from within\n So don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling\n And don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller\n You can be a king\n Now you can work a nine-to-five if it makes you smile at night\n Money ain't a measure of success\n 'Cause you can have a billion and dead\n You can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress\n So listen\n\n I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n And can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you?\n And can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams\n Forget the money brother, tell me what makes you you?\n Can you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick?\n What makes you smile, what makes you laugh, what makes you sick?\n Can you tell me why you're on this earth\n Can you tell me why you're living\n Is it in and out of prison?\n\n Are you tryna touch a nation?\n Or are you tryna touch a paigon?\n You get your picture, get to painting\n Are you playing in a stadium?\n Or are you sitting in a station?\n You get your picture, get to painting\n\n Are you the guy inside the hospital\n That's praying that he makes it\n Or working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save him?\n Are you buried in a grave?\n For some pennies and a chain\n A memory that fades\n A picture you didn't paint\n\n I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n Pep Guardiola, G, I'm managing\n Stop saying that you beef me, it's embarrassing\n I never had these paigons, 'til my face was on this rapping ting\n Now every other yute is on chatty ting\n See me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin\n Music, money, paigons, education, fam I handle it\n I try so hard in my tracks to give a message\n But it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages\n\n 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'Cause I got prison in my skin\nBut I won't ever have a prison in my picture\nListen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops\nPrinciples a killer, all for the skrilla\n\nBut, it's not hard, it comes from within\nSo don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling\nAnd don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller\nYou can be a king\nNow you can work a nine-to-five if it makes you smile at night\nMoney ain't a measure of success\n'Cause you can have a billion and dead\nYou can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress\nSo listen\n\nI don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\nAnd can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you?\nAnd can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams\nForget the money brother, tell me what makes you you?\nCan you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick?\nWhat makes you smile, what makes you laugh, what makes you sick?\nCan you tell me why you're on this earth\nCan you tell me 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but\n[01:17.38] Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham\n[01:19.73] Known for words in a sentence, I put verbs in a sentence\n[01:21.93] There's action in my letters and I never compromise\n[01:24.78] Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style\n[01:26.76] 'Cause I got my own agendas, I got music all that matters\n[01:29.42] But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n[01:34.27] What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n[01:36.42] Picture you, I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n[01:39.36] And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint it for me?\n[01:41.50] And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me?\n[01:44.17] Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me?\n[01:46.63] And if you can't, then don't worry G, you got time\n[01:49.06] But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft\n[01:51.56] 'Cause, how you know you're going down the wrong road\n[01:53.41] If you're in a 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'Cause I got prison in my skin\nBut I won't ever have a prison in my picture\nListen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops\nPrinciples a killer, all for the skrilla\n\nBut, it's not hard, it comes from within\nSo don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling\nAnd don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller\nYou can be a king\nNow you can work a nine-to-five if it makes you smile at night\nMoney ain't a measure of success\n'Cause you can have a billion and dead\nYou can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress\nSo listen\n\nI don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\nAnd can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you?\nAnd can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams\nForget the money brother, tell me what makes you you?\nCan you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick?\nWhat makes you smile, what makes you laugh, what makes you sick?\nCan you tell me why you're on this earth\nCan you tell me 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you\n[03:03.43] Can you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick?\n[03:05.53] What makes you smile, what makes you laugh?\n[03:07.04] What makes you sick?\n[03:07.91] Can you tell me why you're on this earth\n[03:09.84] Can you tell me why you're living\n[03:11.08] Is it in and out of prison\n[03:12.21] Are you tryna touch a nation?\n[03:13.99] Or are you tryna touch a paigon?\n[03:15.69] You get your picture, get to painting\n[03:17.25] Are you playing in a stadium?\n[03:18.55] Or are you sitting in a station?\n[03:20.59] You get your picture, get to painting\n[03:21.94] Are you the guy inside the hospital\n[03:23.22] That's praying that he makes it\n[03:24.59] Or working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save him\n[03:26.96] Are you buried in a grave?\n[03:28.03] For some pennies and a chain\n[03:29.13] A memory that fades\n[03:30.35] A picture you didn't paint\n[03:31.48] I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n[03:33.14] Pep Guardiola, G, I'm managing\n[03:34.69] Stop saying 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Cause I got prison in my skin\nBut I won't ever have a prison in my picture\nListen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops\nPrinciples a killer, all for the skrilla\nBut, it's not hard\nIt comes from within\nSo don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling\n\nAnd don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller\nYou can be a king\nNow you can work a nine to five if it makes you smile at night\nMoney ain't a measure of success\nCause you can have a billion and dead\nYou can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress\nSo listen\n\nI don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\nAnd can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you\nAnd can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams\nForget the money brother, tell me what makes you you\nCan you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick?\nWhat makes you smile, what makes you laugh?\nWhat makes you sick?\nCan you tell me why you're on this earth\n\nCan you tell me 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23, I didn't chase my dreams\n My mum wanted me to do finance, so I came off beats\n And now I'm sitting at a desk, with a 2: 2 in finance\n Eating pasta on my lunch break\n\n While I'm scribbling my rhymes\n And picture me, 17, in an all black suit\n Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew\n Giving half-heart apologies\n For watching while they bottled me\n Or running when they shot at me\n You're next up if you prodigy, wait\n I meant poke a G\n\n Picture me, a road banger, I hope that you don't notice me\n No face for the road, my G\n Kill him in seven ways, lemon haze how I smoke a G\n Name can get you out the beef, pissed if you owe me Ps\n Them boys try and piss take, boy, what a mistake\n I'll come back with a shotty\n And blow your lungs out your ribcage\n Picture me a snitch, nah I couldn't picture that\n\n Picture me a snitch, nah I couldn't ever think of that\n Picture me with a baby mum\n That didn't wanna see me blow\n So she let my talent go to waste like 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earth\n\n Can you tell me why you're living\n Is it in and out of prison\n Are you tryna touch a nation?\n Or are you tryna touch a paigon?\n You get your picture, get to painting\n Are you playing in a stadium?\n Or are you sitting in a station?\n You get your picture, get to painting\n\n Are you the guy inside the hospital\n That's praying that he makes it\n Or working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save him\n Are you buried in a grave?\n For some pennies and a chain\n A memory that fades\n A picture you didn't paint\n I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n\n Pep Guardiola, G, I'm managing\n Stop saying that you beef me, it's embarrassing\n I never had these paigons, till my face was on this rapping ting\n Now every other yute is on chatty ting\n See me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin\n Music, money, paigons, education, fam I handle it\n I try so hard in my tracks to give a message\n But it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages\n\n I 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but\n[01:17.36] Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham\n[01:19.71] Known for words in a sentence, I put verbs in a sentence\n[01:21.95] There's action in my letters and I never compromise\n[01:24.75] Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style\n[01:26.73] 'Cause I got my own agendas, I got music all that matters\n[01:29.48] But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n[01:34.24] What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n[01:36.49] Picture you, I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n[01:39.32] And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint it for me?\n[01:41.54] And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me?\n[01:44.18] Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me?\n[01:46.65] And if you can't, then don't worry G, you got time\n[01:49.03] But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft\n[01:51.53] 'Cause, how you know you're going down the wrong road\n[01:53.48] If you're in a dark place, and you don't select a path\n[01:56.25] But picture you talking loads about goals and riches\n[01:58.75] With a phone, full of cro shots, hoes and bitches\n[02:01.37] And a head filled with fast dreams\n[02:02.92] I talk to God like it's RE\n[02:04.51] About my picture 'cause I can't see\n[02:06.31] I'm at war with my mind\n[02:07.84] So I'm still with a sket getting Ed like Hardy\n[02:10.36] And I don't mind\n[02:11.52] 'Cause them man there all speakers like Parties\n[02:13.22] I'm conflicted on this mission\n[02:14.74] So I'm still in the mist with a black star on my waist like Kwame\n[02:17.51] Guys are on my case\n[02:18.67] It's like I wasn't dialing banks for some pay\n[02:20.42] While you was busy flicking shanks for a name\n[02:22.43] Or busy robbin' drugs, with a dipper\n[02:24.33] Or you could call me Scofield\n[02:25.68] Why? 'Cause I got prison in my skin\n[02:27.05] But I won't ever have a prison in my picture\n[02:28.99] Listen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops\n[02:31.44] Principles a killer, all for the skrilla\n[02:34.09] But, it's not hard, it comes from within\n[02:36.47] So don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling\n[02:38.88] And don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller\n[02:42.89] You can be a king\n[02:43.80] Now you can work a nine-to-five if it makes you smile at night\n[02:46.63] Money ain't a measure of success\n[02:48.17] 'Cause you can have a billion and dead\n[02:49.76] You can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress\n[02:53.66] So listen\n[02:54.11] I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n[02:56.24] And can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you?\n[02:58.72] And can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams\n[03:01.17] Forget the money brother, tell me what makes you you?\n[03:03.61] Can you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick?\n[03:05.75] What makes you smile, what makes you laugh, what makes you sick?\n[03:08.18] Can you tell me why you're on this earth\n[03:10.03] Can you tell me why you're living\n[03:11.39] Is it in and out of prison?\n[03:12.45] Are you tryna touch a nation?\n[03:13.96] Or are you tryna touch a paigon?\n[03:15.61] You get your picture, get to painting\n[03:17.58] Are you playing in a stadium?\n[03:18.87] Or are you sitting in a station?\n[03:20.89] You get your picture, get to painting\n[03:22.11] Are you the guy inside the hospital\n[03:23.40] That's praying that he makes it\n[03:24.82] Or working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save him?\n[03:27.29] Are you buried in a grave?\n[03:28.26] For some pennies and a chain\n[03:29.32] A memory that fades\n[03:30.63] A picture you didn't paint\n[03:31.75] I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n[03:33.10] Pep Guardiola, G, I'm managing\n[03:34.91] Stop saying that you beef me, it's embarrassing\n[03:36.64] I never had these paigons, 'til my face was on this rapping ting\n[03:39.30] Now every other yute is on chatty ting\n[03:41.14] See me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin\n[03:44.12] Music, money, paigons, education, fam I handle it\n[03:46.37] I try so hard in my tracks to give a message\n[03:48.61] But it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages\n[03:51.13] I swear you don't know pressure\n[03:52.62] Ask Jack, I had labels playing deal or no deal like I'm Noel Edmonds\n[03:56.23] Independent, no pressure\n[03:58.11] My whole team Nike'd out to the socks, you should know better\n[04:00.84] A-levels, no pressure\n[04:02.78] And my ex just text me, she should know better\n[04:05.20] I can still paint a picture, put a pen into my hand\n[04:07.78] It's time to paint your picture my brother\n[04:09.48] Now you can go get it\n[04:11.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Picture Me (Paused)\n artist: 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And the ugly is the ugly, but\n\n Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham\n Known for words in a sentence, I put verbs in a sentence\n There's action in my letters and I never compromise\n Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style\n 'Cause I got my own agendas, I got music all that matters\n But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?\n\n Picture you, I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint it for me?\n And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me?\n Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me?\n And if you can't, then don't worry G, you got time\n But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft\n 'Cause, how you know you're going down the wrong road\n If you're in a dark place, and you don't select a path\n\n But picture you talking loads about goals and riches\n With a phone, full of cro shots, hoes and bitches\n And a head filled with fast dreams\n I talk to God like it's RE\n About my picture 'cause I can't see\n I'm at war with my mind\n So I'm still with a sket getting Ed like Hardy\n And I don't mind\n 'Cause them man there all speakers like Parties\n\n I'm conflicted on this mission\n So I'm still in the mist with a black star on my waist like Kwame\n Guys are on my case\n It's like I wasn't dialing banks for some pay\n While you was busy flicking shanks for a name\n Or busy robbin' drugs, with a dipper\n\n Or you could call me Scofield\n Why? 'Cause I got prison in my skin\n But I won't ever have a prison in my picture\n Listen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops\n Principles a killer, all for the skrilla\n\n But, it's not hard, it comes from within\n So don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling\n And don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller\n You can be a king\n Now you can work a nine-to-five if it makes you smile at night\n Money ain't a measure of success\n 'Cause you can have a billion and dead\n You can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress\n So listen\n\n I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?\n And can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you?\n And can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams\n Forget the money brother, tell me what makes you you?\n Can you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick?\n What makes you smile, what makes you laugh, what makes you sick?\n Can you tell me why you're on this earth\n Can you tell me why you're living\n Is it in and out of prison?\n\n Are you tryna touch a nation?\n Or are you tryna touch a paigon?\n You get your picture, get to painting\n Are you playing in a stadium?\n Or are you sitting in a station?\n You get your picture, get to painting\n\n Are you the guy inside the hospital\n That's praying that he makes it\n Or working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save him?\n Are you buried in a grave?\n For some pennies and a chain\n A memory that fades\n A picture you didn't paint\n\n I bet them boys think I'm panicking\n Pep Guardiola, G, I'm managing\n Stop saying that you beef me, it's embarrassing\n I never had these paigons, 'til my face was on this rapping ting\n Now every other yute is on chatty ting\n See me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin\n Music, money, paigons, education, fam I handle it\n I try so hard in my tracks to give a message\n But it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages\n\n I swear you don't know pressure\n Ask Jack, I had labels playing deal or no deal like I'm Noel Edmonds\n Independent, no pressure\n My whole team Nike'd out to the socks, you should know better\n A-levels, no pressure\n And my ex just text me, she should know better\n I can still paint a picture, put a pen into my hand\n It's time to paint your picture my brother\n Now you can go get it\n"}]