
Thousand Words Cordae
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[Intro]
Uh
[Chorus]
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
You paint a canvas, better let it shine‚ huh
I know I done some things that's dead wrong‚ huh
The flash is on this little light of mine‚ yeah
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
You paint a canvas, better let it shine, huh
I know I done some things that's dead wrong‚ uh
The flash is on this little light of mine, yeah
[Verse 1]
Uh, a picture's worth a thousand words‚ a video worth a million
But no amount of likes can heal up all this pain that I'm feeling
Maybe conceal it, and hide in all these problems we deal with
I grew up on the principle, to raise a child, need a village
I think we all wanna be a little Instagram famous
Deep down inside, nobody really wanna be nameless
Afraid of being forgotten, so this troll shit, we plottin'
Sittin' on this phone for hours, feel my brain getting rotten
But I can give a fuck less, dawg, a nigga is poppin'
All these bitches that's flockin', shit, a nigga got options
But what's really important is such a silly distortion
We all stuck in this matrix, tryna hide our misfortunes
Uh
[Chorus]
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
You paint a canvas, better let it shine‚ huh
I know I done some things that's dead wrong‚ huh
The flash is on this little light of mine‚ yeah
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
You paint a canvas, better let it shine, huh
I know I done some things that's dead wrong‚ uh
The flash is on this little light of mine, yeah
[Verse 1]
Uh, a picture's worth a thousand words‚ a video worth a million
But no amount of likes can heal up all this pain that I'm feeling
Maybe conceal it, and hide in all these problems we deal with
I grew up on the principle, to raise a child, need a village
I think we all wanna be a little Instagram famous
Deep down inside, nobody really wanna be nameless
Afraid of being forgotten, so this troll shit, we plottin'
Sittin' on this phone for hours, feel my brain getting rotten
But I can give a fuck less, dawg, a nigga is poppin'
All these bitches that's flockin', shit, a nigga got options
But what's really important is such a silly distortion
We all stuck in this matrix, tryna hide our misfortunes
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