The Man Inside the Painting Lyrics

Lemme tell you bout' this little

Story about a painting I found

I was throwin' out the garbage

Caught a glimpse of the frame

Terminator Painting, wit a crack in

The pane, feelin happy heart was Pounding like you wouldn't believe

I had to set it on the ground to take a Minute to breathe, my mom said that

It was cool & it was grandpa's Favorite movie, only question on my Mind was "who would ever wanna Lose it?" I was goin' back n forth on How I really felt about it, so I brought

It to my room, I locked the door & Thought about it

I started pondering and soon I felt my Mind was feeling shrouded

I started pondering and soon I felt my Mind was feeling shrouded (yea)

Two weeks later, I was chillin' on the Sofa, in the background you know I Had my grandma's radio on, all Alone in my crib, I heard his boots in The room, I was thinkin' to myself

"I fuckin' hope that was Rupe" I took A look to my left and seen him Lookin' down the hall, I said "hello"

I didn't think that I would hear a response I said-

I heard a voice comin' through, he Said I like the place you got and then

The music came through

I started pondering and soon I felt my Mind was feeling shrouded

I started pondering and soon I felt my Mind was feeling shrouded

What a friendly apparition, I'm seein'

In my dreams, I don't ever see his Face, I know he's not what he seems

He told me "one day we can meet in Places other than dreams" I told him "why the hell you keep on fuckin' Followin' me" he told me

"Adam, It's Okay" and then he Stepped a little closer, he took his Hand out of his pocket just to put it On my shoulder, then I jolted awake,

I felt my shoulder was as cold as Brittle bones when they-

Ache

I felt my shoulder was as cold as Brittle bones when they ache (yea)

I felt my shoulder was as cold as Brittle bones when they ache (yea)

There's a man inside the painting, shit

I'll get him out eventually, I wonder Where he came and still I wonder Why he clings to me

It's the type of thing that I can't really Talk about to all you simple minded Mother fuckers

There's a man inside the painting, shit

I'll get him out eventually, I wonder Where he came and still I wonder Why he clings to me

It's the type of thing that I can't really Talk about to all you simple minded Mother fuckers

There's a man inside the painting, shit

I'll get him out eventually, I wonder Where he came and still I wonder Why he clings to me

It's the type of thing that I can't really Talk about to all you simple minded Mother fuckers

There's a man inside the painting, shit

I'll get him out eventually, I wonder Where he came and still I wonder Why he clings to me

It's the type of thing that I can't really Talk about to all you simple minded Mother fuckers-