[Verse 1: Jay Diem]
It’s that nigga, flat top packed in a cap nigga
Pump to the back of a punk in the back of a Lac if he makes that yack nigga
Like Kendrick Lamar, aka Benz is to me just a car
On the edge of my street but see that’s just so far
I said if I made it past it pray it was ‘matic go out and chill with the stars
Like that’s the plan
Pop packed me inside the van
101 in that bank account, and mama ain’t think we would make it out
Sometimes life wanna make you shout but I still remember those days
Eating canned beans, watching movie scenes, wishing I was out in LA
So
[Chorus: Jay Diem]
My POV
Baby get into my POV
I could put you in a movie scene, being a star that’s so serene
I could make you a celebrity over night
[Verse 2: Jay Diem]
Lights camera action
Pinup girl posed up for Maxim
No time for the love and passion
Little red light better get to acting
Then its split up time, I live with my pops what a pick up line
17 rap like Im 20 something
Probably end up like 20 bumming
And like 20 Hummers
20 house notes and its all for nothing
20 new chains and they all for stuntin’
20 new songs and they all for frontin’
I suppose it seems I lost my way but I'm still standing here with a can of beans wishing I was out in LA
So
[Chorus]
POV- Perversion Of Vision
(Beginning of BML)
[Verse 1: Jay Diem]
Staring at the back of the Black Mona Lisa
Light brown skin, slim jeans and t-shirt
Dark brown hair, good jeans in her features
Say she like my jams got my name on a t-shirt, cool
That’s what up, what you want to get into?
My daddy raised a saint but were all rather sinful
We’d all rather limos, but we’d all cop a Benz
I ain’t saying that you settlin’ but you should settle in with me
But don’t get comfortable cause I got business
So Mona Lisa I hope you ain’t moaning for a friendship
Cause this is what that isn’t
And it is what it is, cause Im in town for the night and you’ll never see me again
That’s life, how we try to make love and just act indifferent
Im leaving in the morning and I ain't leaving the digits
So please, make this memory last like we never lived it
Or never live it again, so in the case that I miss you
Pull out your camera phone, cross your hands, and take this picture
You’re my Black Mona Lisa
It’s that nigga, flat top packed in a cap nigga
Pump to the back of a punk in the back of a Lac if he makes that yack nigga
Like Kendrick Lamar, aka Benz is to me just a car
On the edge of my street but see that’s just so far
I said if I made it past it pray it was ‘matic go out and chill with the stars
Like that’s the plan
Pop packed me inside the van
101 in that bank account, and mama ain’t think we would make it out
Sometimes life wanna make you shout but I still remember those days
Eating canned beans, watching movie scenes, wishing I was out in LA
So
[Chorus: Jay Diem]
My POV
Baby get into my POV
I could put you in a movie scene, being a star that’s so serene
I could make you a celebrity over night
[Verse 2: Jay Diem]
Lights camera action
Pinup girl posed up for Maxim
No time for the love and passion
Little red light better get to acting
Then its split up time, I live with my pops what a pick up line
17 rap like Im 20 something
Probably end up like 20 bumming
And like 20 Hummers
20 house notes and its all for nothing
20 new chains and they all for stuntin’
20 new songs and they all for frontin’
I suppose it seems I lost my way but I'm still standing here with a can of beans wishing I was out in LA
So
[Chorus]
POV- Perversion Of Vision
(Beginning of BML)
[Verse 1: Jay Diem]
Staring at the back of the Black Mona Lisa
Light brown skin, slim jeans and t-shirt
Dark brown hair, good jeans in her features
Say she like my jams got my name on a t-shirt, cool
That’s what up, what you want to get into?
My daddy raised a saint but were all rather sinful
We’d all rather limos, but we’d all cop a Benz
I ain’t saying that you settlin’ but you should settle in with me
But don’t get comfortable cause I got business
So Mona Lisa I hope you ain’t moaning for a friendship
Cause this is what that isn’t
And it is what it is, cause Im in town for the night and you’ll never see me again
That’s life, how we try to make love and just act indifferent
Im leaving in the morning and I ain't leaving the digits
So please, make this memory last like we never lived it
Or never live it again, so in the case that I miss you
Pull out your camera phone, cross your hands, and take this picture
You’re my Black Mona Lisa
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