Lyrics:
speakin' of
When a friend would meet you
And a smile would greet you
What this ol' world needs now is
A more old fashioned love
My old granddaddy God rest
paint my picture
This The Renaissance Project going strong my picture
We are all artist influenced by those that came before us
Bob Ross painted many
Meet me in the paint
Meet me in the paint
I need something easy, tell me what you drink
Listen to my CD tell me what you think
A little green to free
it mine
You see good things are happening
better than I could have ever been imagining
There were some good ol' days, these are the best by far
all
I'm in it
I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine
I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines
See it's a part of you I gotta
stank, you know we go hard in the muhfuckin’ paint
That's that stank, when ya face look like a lemon drank
Got passed by, passed on up, sat by while
(Children playing)
(Laugh)
(Yo)
(Shoutout to all my 90's babies)
(Holdin it down)
(You know times have changed quite a bit)
(Shoo nostalgia likes
paint you red, I'll paint you red
I'll paint you
And I don't believe this creation goes above
How can the stars be changed by human love
But what we've
about the good times
I wish, I could just go back to the days I'm speakin' of
When a friend would meet you and a smile would greet you
What this ol
perish
I discovered, though, when I get holes in 'em and I let joy in, I'm in higher spirits
My mistakes are like a screamin' parrot
Just repeatin'
to someone
it's sorry this and forgive me that and I'm not worthy. What
are you doing now!?
ARTHUR: I'm averting my eyes, oh Lord.
GOD: Well, don't. It's
in the mist with a black star on my waist like Kwame
Guys are on my case
It's like I wasn't dialing banks for some pay
While you was busy flicking
you were my wife
My old friend
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
(My old friend)
Old friends
Are
smiled when she went by,
and he has road rage and he said look at that Big Fat Bitch
So I grabbed my little travel guitar out of the back and went
Big
Son a Sam
Who I am
I shoot on sight
I got a 44 revolver in my hand
Signs of suicide
Do or die
Someone special
I can't lie
You my blue-r sky
I'm Stuck
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
head
I don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my head
I
my lyrics change you when they hitcha, yeah
Why we always get caught up playin' that same ol' game
Still playin' that same ol' game, still playin'
I could come down, but you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank and the good ol' drink
I got five on the weed, fifty on the drink
Fool, I'm
Hop
From where you'd least expect it
Arrested Development lead by Speech
Emerged from the cloud of dirt
On a Georgia dust track
With some southern fried
No new friends, same old dudes
Got no receiver, paid all dues
Should've went diamond, I dropped jewels
Underneath my pillow where the AR be
Paint
are you's, turn to cash app me
So I see, it's how's my ends
Many dealings proposed by pretty women
That end in friendly fire feeling like Pat Tillman
paint smoke daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain
And check out my pinky ring, you know it's blingin man
I'm jumpin'
paint smoke daint, daint
Money in the bank, bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain
And check out my pinky ring, you know it's blingin man
I'm jumpin'
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