Pictures On My Wall - People Under The Stairs

Darling, I’m still blue

Cause nothing, oh nothing, takes the place of you

Showing them thighs, driving me insane

The comb… the comb…

Showing them thighs, driving me insane

The combination made my eyes bleed!

Darling, I’m still blue

Cause nothing, oh nothing, takes the place of you

Hell yeah

I’m Romeo-pathic, still scoping out a Juliet

On my screen, backlit, beautiful silhouette

Goddamn, make me wanna buy a dozen roses

«Like», «Like», «Like», «Like», selfie, she did a dozen poses

In a Dilla Donuts tank top, honey at the bus stop

Clothes get skimpy when the city gets mad hot

OG breakin' 4G, just hittin' refresh

She with the BFF at the beach having a sesh

Hashtag #bikinibottom got me feelin' Squidward

Grumpy old boss, kinda crossed with Dr. Hibbert

Cause I sweat her and I’m bootleg, but it’s all in good fun

Dumb shit like thumbs up, «OMG, you at Cinnabon?»

I don’t really care, it’s calories for her booty

I never meet these girls, they’re just internet cuties

But I still like 'em all, young and old, tall and small

I put their pictures on my wall!

Pictures on my wall

The combination made my eyes bleed!

I hang your pictures on my wall

I hang your pictures on my wall

The combination made my eyes bleed!

I hang your… nothing, oh nothing, takes the place of you

Oh my god… Oh my god

It’s been a minute since you put up a picture

I got 'em everywhere, still I wanna get wit 'cha

With your mani and pedi, bra-string spaghetti

Not like a rapper, but I wanna bust like confetti

Naw, I’m just playin', I know you heard the sayin'

«Love at first sight», just picture you and Mike

That’s ten million «Likes», your smile is flight

Who’s that dude with the comments I’m tryin' to fight?

And I ain’t even met 'cha

Girl, I’ll wet 'cha

The Super Soaker lover

Baby, I’ll get 'cha

I’ll walk down the pier

You could be my beach

Singin' outside your window

Inside I sneak

Your friends, they be buggin' like «Who that dude thuggin'?»

You be like, «Charlie Wilson, that nigga be humpin'!»

Lady, you are something, I wanna have a ball

Until then, I keep your picture on my

Yo… I know some of you brothas feel where we comin' from

(Don't question!)

So the homie got a new dance to show you

You can demonstrate how you feel when you see that dame up in the club

Instead of a rub-a-dub, it’s a different kind of rub

The kind of rub that expresses love (Yeah)

And she’s sure to dig it!

Hah!

Hah!

Ay-yo, Thes One, kick it!

Put your hand on your heart, put your hand on your heart

Peace, peace

Palm, palm

Do the rub floor, do the rub floor

And then you take a step back and have a heart attack

Yes, in your nine o’clock hour, you got DJ Blewfoot for the affair

Going underwater, where I won’t be coming up for air, y’all

I’ve got a few requests for ya

I got some beautiful uh… dedications here

We got Natalie to Matthew

Lily to Sam

Joe to Mandy Mac

Mack to Van

And Tate to Pau-Pau

Yeah, you gotta always remember that you can’t miss what you can’t measure

Alright, now, everybody keep it funky out there

On the one

Yeaaaah

Gonna get out one of the little People Under The Stairs, right?

To get into this little funky groove right here on the one

Keep it on the one, y’all.

Love ya

Special scene

On your lovely face, you always let me know (me know)

That you love me so 'til the end of time

On your lovely face, you always let me know

That you love me so 'til the end of time