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bronem be dumping quick
Stay with a cooler kit we shooting movie flicks
Do call of duty hits, painting her face yea I ain't new to this
I'm fuckin this

Joanna
Joanna
Joanna
Bought a painting by Joaquin Sorolla
Hung in the living room over at our place
And every summer I'm left reminiscing
Of gin and tonic

Excuses are the only things I hear these days
Coming from my own mouth from my own face
Painting this picture to make me look better
Putting my

the one who you're
Painting all your fingernails and toenails for
What turns you on?
I know you gotta spinning yard
Living with me has gotta be like
Sharing

JB and Diego
Lemme get night bite
Mano que pasa
See a painting and it's como se llama
Switch up the language, no sabe nada
Tryna pull up on me
I ain't

an artist
Painting pictures, let it sit
Time will only tell what it is
Flows coming in like
They don't really do it like us, they don't really do it like us

he's slick
But the fact of the matter is he makes her feel sick
Cause he's no oil painting
Or at least that's what she said
And it's another night

I feel so misunderstood
Time passes on, I wish I could
Just make it stop all at once

I've got this painting in my room
I could get lost in it all

rising, red horizon
Suddenly you hear
Your voice is echoing in darkness
Drawing paintings in cold blue
A glass of wine and cheap perfume
I'll be better off

eat it now
Every time he drop he fucking pop
He undefeated now
Nah this ain't no prop
You play that part we painting cement now
I won't ever stop i'm

Again again, you grab me by my pride
Again again, I'm slipping into who
You want
Do you think God gives us turns painting the sky?
Because I'm feeling

gon' cop that shit
One year on a painting but he's flopping
Huh that shit amused me
Said he didn't paint it but I watched it
That's confusing
Said he

dick, that's shameless
Hatred, y'all still hate me
That's fake shit
Painting, all your blood, no crypt shit
Gang shit, I don't mess around cause hatred

Gimme the cash, gimme the weed, and the cocaine
Warning shots in that ass so you know I ain't playin'
Call me Jean Pablo
I'm painting pictures for

The autumn sky is painting pictures on the canvas of my life
The leaves fill the trees as the colors roll on by, so sublime
How long to find a road

a finite amount of time
And their insecurities

Tried to give you conversation
Painting images of care
All the words of consolation
But you're not there

Oh

Been painting art brushes in the bars
And I been getting sharper
I took some darts and I was a target
I can't lie my heart hurt
Jesus ain't never change

close my eyes then arrive
To a chateau on a hillside
Everything that I wanted in sight
Painting on the wall was a still-life
Outside was a garden full

and defying reality
I'm way above all the hate and the fallacy
Painting with words and the sky is the tapestry yea

I'm going up, yeah
No I'm not coming down

Dirty make-up on your pretty face
I don't get it all I need is you in no other way
There's a lot of shit I got to say
Why're you painting on your

over the foreign
The goofies ducking like Daffy while I'm ducking the charge
The way I'm painting the pictures
The critics scared of the art
Beyond

the one, painting rainbows so diverse
To behold and adore, or to pluck out a color, to repress and abhor
Who is this one
An outpouring of kindness or anger

iommiboogiewoogie with me

Hey watch me now
Hey painting on a goatee
Hey watch me now
C'mon iommiboogiewoogie with me

Flatten down that fifth
Boogie down that fifth

and his grin
Am I the one sinking or is he climbing my way
Could just be a reflection in the ice
Or a painting you'd hang in the sky
Just like the one where