Letras:
No Fun At All Perfection

Well, I look through a window and I see Some people lying on strange contraptions Moving their bodies up and down A futile struggle to gain perfection

Well I look through A window and I see Some people lying On strange contraptions Moving their bodies Up and down A futile struggle to gain perfection

gimmick So we thought up this dance called Throw the Dizznick In no time at all, things started growin' Charts were showin' that sales were soarin' Then all the talkin', all

: [Tupac] Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill

course I want peace on the streets But realistically Painting perfect pictures ain't never work My misery was so deep Couldn't sleep through all

Some get addicted, some do it for fun Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds I keep all my big bills

shit Y'all get mo murdered all day all day We done paved the way and I'm on the run I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns Y'all niggaz wanna have

So don't front you know you wanna stay It's all fun, yeah yeah.. so baby come and play [Chorus:] It's Picture Perfect the way you work it girl What

drinking watch you get handed with your virgin island tans all lookin like you just landed i dont really understand it im not sure im comprehending it but these girls are having fun