Lyrics:
I'm covered up by paint
My friends are lacking empathy they can't control me
And that's easy to say
Faith retains the fact that I'm still breathing
need some TLC, for real
Study your body to The Weeknd and Some PnB
Paint you with kisses the way the ink from my pen flows
And when I’m on that henny
leave her
I'm feeling all depressed yo
I hate this trouble
And no words could accurately
Paint this struggle
To heal these wounds they ain't
Made
This is the most unusual story of a most unusual girl
She's the paint in my picture of a most unusual world
She can crawl out a frame while she's
hit up
Aiyo, now what's fuckin' wit us?
For all the blunt rollers wit dimes, now what's fuckin' wit us
For all the rum holders in clubs, what's
the years gone by
It's hard to see through hearts that bleed
It's hard to see
Now she paints pictures of her dreams
But today they don't include me
Too
soldiers, a busted rock 'n' roller
With a Johnny Cash head
Yeah he'd walk in with a smile, drink himself a Style
With the local blood he'd paint the town
These niggas cheap like a (Chill)
Forty-five K for the Rolex link (Chill)
So rich I might buy a roller rink (Damn)
So fly, I might rock a polar mink
rolla
Nigga from the northside of
Mephis on dat dojah
Watch them rollers cause you know they
Out to catch a nigga
See me on them chrome thangs
Then they
my mouth
This is how we do it deep, down in the South
Candy paint jobs with the twenties on the Chevy
Plenty Optimos cause you know we rollin' heavy
the mixture
That could paint a pretty picture
Of the wind blowing through Rosemary's hair
Her daddy always said she was the one
Who made the light stars
This is the most unusual story
Of a most unusual girl
She's the paint in my picture
Of a most unusual world
She can crawl out a frame
While she's
Yo, um, yo oh-so-cocky, you can't stop me
In this old Versace
Nigga watch me in the streets
Like it's roller hockey
Your bitch is floppy
Givin'
rap pack, cans in my back pack
Cruise through your valley and I'm snatchin' your snapback
Huffin' on some paint and I think that I'm half black
Roll
stair, mouthpiece solar,
On them pokers Hatin spread faster than corona,
I got flawless diamonds shinin on my molar, 8
High roller, counting paper like
a rubber spine
Limping out this bitch like I was roller-skating drunk and blind
Out my way, bitches flashing to us from the balcony
For you she's a mouse,
Hollywood rap pack, cans in my back pack
Cruse through your valley and I'm snatchin' your snapback
Huffin' on some paint and I think that I'm half black
North!)
Or bust on them rollers chief 187 soldiers (North North!)
Mass outta town (North North!)
We slang crack (North North!)
Till we flippin ki's
room
Is filled with girly posters of teen idols
And roller coasters and funny things like that
You've got a red and purple striped stuffed animal
rolla
Nigga from the northside of
Mephis on dat dojah
Watch them rollers cause you know they
Out to catch a nigga
See me on them chrome thangs
Then they
quiet, yeah.
Cause baby I'm not standing in your way.
We could paint this city red,
Or we could drown it out in grey.
If Friday night is a bust, Saturday
told em
Cooking coke with baking soda
Dub roller pro smoker
Wood gripper pistol whipper
Muck a nigga if he figure
Fucking with my figures
Makes him
spray a groupie with my Super Soaker
The Super Nova, two tickets to Verona, high roller
I tell her, "Wake me up when the flight's over"
Salute, all
at the stats, all real so this shit is not rap
I peep all the shit that be phony, I fuck up a check when I'm lonely
Hard in the paint like I'm Vince, the game
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