Lyrics:
Blakes
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
Peter is
this is danger
Making art and I never been a painter
Old news
We ain't chilling wit no old hoes
I told that shawty make it bounce like a pogo
Caution
Lil
We adore You we come before You
Paint Your colours in our world
Now we lift up all our praises
To You the painter of our world
Make us more and more
Mi Abuelo was a painter
He paint a picture let me know that life was dangerous
But just as beautiful
You got a dream you chase it
So f**k a cubicle
I
She was a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee. And evil was the hour when she saw, and loved, and wedded the painter.
He,
The old master painter from the faraway hills
Painted the violets and the daffodils
He put the purple in the twilight haze
Then did a rainbow for
one so true
I Love you
I love you
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
Painter Man
Painter Man
Who wanna be a Painter Man
Went
The old master painter from the faraway hills
Painted the violets and the daffodils
He put the purple in the twilight haze
Then did a rainbow for
tall
Sunny one so true
I Love you
I love you
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
Painter Man
Painter Man
Who wanna be a Painter Man
The old master painter from the faraway hills
Painted the violets and the daffodils
He put the purple in the twilight haze
Then did a rainbow for
The old master painter from the faraway hills
Painted the violets and the daffodils
He put the purple in the twilight haze
Then did a rainbow for
were easy to trace
He had the eyes of a painter
Heart of a maker of songs
His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain
Precious and so quickly gone
tryna
Find my way, find my way, yeah
I am not the Painter, I am just the canvas
I don't have the answers, but I know the Answer
When I am being me I can
We are all painters telling a story
The truest of colors we see
Without all colors, the vibrancy is leaving
Changing our layers telling the truth
She was naked in the smoky room
The man were pressed up tight
The painter, he was near her
As she danced in the blue light
A missionary wondered
How
Speaking like a pantomime
Throwies got you paralyzed
Cause you toy and wasting time
This for the bombers, painters and instigators
Put up your crew let
I wish I was a Painter Who could Draw
To show the world How beautiful you look
If I try to do it with my words
I'll have to write at least a hundred
infestation!"
He can't hear them in his painter's smock
The thoughts caress the cobwebs in his heart
No measly flesh can tear him apart
He rushes home and washes
Sculptor, Painter, great and grand
Michelangelo, Renaissance man
Works of wonder from his hands
Michelangelo, Renaissance man
Statue of a boy named
represent black America
People are always judging me
So don't do nothing terrible
And who gave them that authority
Well let me spit this parable
A painter
The poet and the painter
They're watching the moon turn
I've been forever
And it still feels absurd
Why should I trust you
I can't even trust myself
tall
Sunny one so true
I love you
I love you
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Painter man
Painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
to the artists, hail to the poets, hail to the painters... to the painters of the sacred sun. Hail to the sinners, love to the believers. You can't undo, what has
you'd like to try my way
Follow me and climb the stairs love for sale
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who
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