Lyrics:
Call me Van Gogh, vivid picture, I'mma paint it
Stay solid like the pavement
I could never change my ways
If you callin' for a statement
I ain't got shit
I don't try too hard
When we are together
Hands are going numb
Should we really try and save her
The lovely pictures on the walls
Have nothing
with its dance
Cold, and bored so they live
Feeding, and crawling they survive
Inhale time, exhale appearance of interest
Do they paint their life,
named after a saint
You’re beautiful though your face is smothered in paint
A bouquet, something blue, you’re soon walking down the aisle
You look
for four and dropped another hundred in it
By the time you rim it up, custom interior
Paint it up crazy clear, shine like a mirror
This right here
who they hatin' on lately
Baby it's him candy paint,
Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee
Up in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be
Haters wish they
I'm a whole dolla nigga, hanging one in your brain
Now can you picture see smoke out choked out, with Guerilla Maab
Mob figgas representing,
These fingers so frail paint in my mind
Scars down the back of my eyes
Death walks with me alone tonight
The coldness whispers it's almost near
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
who they hatin' on lately
Baby it's him candy paint,
Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee
Up in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be
Haters wish they
don't you see the big knot
Don't you see the big chain
Don't you see the big rims
Wonder who they hatin' on lately
Baby it's him candy paint
Gator
You paint with colors I like to wear
Your lines and angles move me like a prayer
Kiss me everyday, everywhere
Picture me inside and I'll be there
don't you see the big knot
Don't you see the big chain
Don't you see the big rims
Wonder who they hatin' on lately
Baby it's him candy paint
Gator
You are a picture no artist could paint
But you're a mixture of devil and saint
I just sigh and dream and try to figure you out!
Love is in
paints her sultry tune
She wears her lipstick outside of the lines
Picture on the cover of the New York Times
The mole on her cheek looks like her
Take this blood from my veins
And paint me a masterpiece of a parade of black
A parade of the dead sun
Writing this letter to you (writing this
my arms
Today you're growing off the charts
I'm so proud of you
You and me drawing pictures wild and free
While the paint goes flying
And your
missin' your lips, missin' your hips
Missin' the way I was touched by you
So I don't mind waiting, baby
I still got pictures of you
I'm starin'
closet looking like common ground
Lil nigga we are not on common grounds.
Don’t be taking pictures when you come around.
Tryna peep game
Imitate
Write your name upon my sidewalk
Paint it on the door outside
And I will never go away without you
Tape your picture on my mirror
Blow it up
You'll find the cross only fits,
When your hands and feet are nailed to it.
"Can we get a picture with the pauper,
And another with the prince?"
on this like Trident
(Kind of what?) Kind of hard to swallow ain't it?
If you can't get the picture then let me paint it
Now, um, you're just a scrub
the park
But the picture of love some try to paint
It's a contrast to the real landscape
But i promise to give you my heart
[Chorus:]
I will choose to love
believe
You're standing there in every
Picture that I see
Lets start again
We could paint away
The scratches on the rainbow
Over you and me
If we start
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