Lyrics:
I'll paint this one-horse town
I don't give a damn if anyone knows
I'll party on till the heartache is gone
Tonight makes it one in a row
I'm not
the way down
The two of us are old paint,
My grandmother's horse
Still alive, still kicking, not allowed to work
'Til we become beauty
A fluid
Postcards from the pink bath paint leisure
As a cloaked horse through a stained-glass Saint Peter
Hack faith-healer, cheat death to the very end
to get that V-8 cranked
To have her on the front porch by midnight
Catchin' air on railroad tracks
Detroit horses breathin'
Peelin' paint off of city hall
behind...
Let's start this auction, for fuck sakes, while there is still time and people in the room,
Make a golden frame, paint me on a horse battling with
a lover and a friend who found their own ship to sail
Jumpin in headfirst
Ritalin and Kraftwerk
Acid melt my net worth
Sparkle paint all on my shirt
Dark
Cautious no showing of the shortage
Fraud times show them life's gorgeous
Get the paint out make the white horses
Ego on the surface shit's enormous
I'm rich no paint chips its the newest horse
New money got sum new endorsements
New bitch and she stupid foreign say she want the new Diorr and
Lil Baby
see the print
Can of paint on the car
I got horses in the whip
Can of paint, match your lip
The swag I'm showing
But they call it drip
When I'm in mode
Hot Sun beatin' down
Burnin' the streets of this one-horse town
Peel the paint straight off my tailgate
Gas gauge reads none
Need fumes just to get
Peachy clean make 'em lean
Eat a salad write a ballad
Take a bath grow a 'stache
Take a bow milk a horse
Ring a neck paint a deck
Jam to tunes Looney
am son you are pain
Pour the buckets trash the veins
Fuck this depression is a weapon kid
Trojan horse the brain just paint out an what the picture is
not no farmer but my cars got horse power
sour patch paint job got these boys sour
Hook 3 (Riff Raff)
I have ice all across my hand
I have traveled
Stormrider man I snap like a pit
Axe murderer, get hacked up to bits
Muscle car, hardbar, heineken, pornstars, tourbus
Truck stop, iron horse, motor cross
prince but I don’t have a horse
And I wanna paint you picture but I can’t draw your nose
So I just wrote you a song
And this is how it goes
Yes, all I
children
Stole their land
Took your woman
Raped your dreams
Cry it out, paint your skin
Let go the horses striding
Revenge is on the planes
Indian calling
My Candy Paint!
Candy Paint, baby, Candy, baby!
California sun peeling off the paint like a banana peel, hot out here, must be how Alabama feel,
broads, Gucci clothes, nigga everything foreign
Pop a pill, popped a seal, then I start back pouring
Yellow horses on my cars, like they rocking Ralph
Down in Texas we be Holdin , Big pockets swollen
Gorrilla with the vogues , drop the top and get in motion
Wide body pocking , paint wetter then
eye
Well, he watched for a while as she painted
And then said, "Ma'am, you surely paint well"
Yes, you've got all this on your canvas
The dirt
like every time I make my mark
Somebody always paints the wall.
If my old truck was a horse I'd have to shoot it
Lord, the day my ship came in I was
to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I
"no"
She's made for much more than this
Justice
Soaks into dry land
She's a brown horse, too
She's a brown horse, too
She's a brown horse, too
Please
cry
I want a little bit of you to be with me until I die
If I could arrive to a spot where horse is wild
I'd tame it then I'd name it then I'd place it
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