Lyrics:
been turning inside and out
While you've been running running running running around
I'll be painting I'll be painting painting the town
To give you lots
and
White world
I don't expect ya
to understand me
I'm painting my own world
I'm painting my own world
I'm painting my own world
Swimming in my shorts
Painting trains
Painting trains
Painting trains
By the diner
Another house on fire
Puffs of smoke
Are clouding the hay bales by the road
Painting trains
Painting
Imagine somebody
painting pictures, I miss my loved ones dead
but anybody speak on me
And bro, I swear to God, they fans
I'm knocking shit out of the frame, I bet I hit your
a shit
I'm painting a picture just like the lord
Man I'm writing these stories just for the poor
Now can we all afford a brand new clause
Hip or hop man,
Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed
Dear Michaelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll
Painting pictures with my mind
Making memories using my eyes
Filling up my heart with golden stories
Who adds some spice to the rhythm of life, oh
I'll take your days
I'll take your darkest days
I'll take your days
I'll take your dark days
And inside your painting
There I'll be
Inside
Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
By painting myriads of pictures with the colors of the one
I'm sick
Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
By painting myriads of pictures with the colors of the one
I'm sick
the talk, painting the truth, drinking it pure
She loving the talk, painting the truth, drinking it pure
She loving the talk, painting the truth, drinking it
I'm stuck painting flowers
'Cause it's the only thing I know
Every canvas filled with petals
And stems of marigold
Oh I'm stuck with the same lines
to run, all men gathered
In their house of god they die
Loot and burn leave no one alive
To weak to be taken as slaves
Blood is Painting all the heavens
We
Draw a painting
With your little hands
Go out and walk around
See mud, stone and sands
On your canvas
What can you find more
Go out and skip around
look so much older
The world I think has swallowed you whole
And your body might be disintegrating
But I remember you like a painting
I remember you
Like
on the canvas are not me
You were really good at faking
Now all I see is that painting
Perfect and flawless and I just feel helpless
'Cause I'm not the painting
I'm painting a picture, oh
Colorful pencils oh
In the image, a young couple from the 70s
I'm painting a picture
She's staring at her husband
She's so
ain't the pits
Homie a lion
Homie a pit
Get a track we gonna shit
Painting them pictures
Given em tricks
Way too much shit
Money you get
People gon watch
Half-certain that you couldn't be the one
But I just heard you're painting houses
And it's with someone else
And it's with someone else
Now all the colours flood
We could stay up there for a while
Like we're lost on our little isle
Softly
Quietly
Easily
Letting it go
We'll lie on the floor to see the paintings
struggle......
At the time, I got to hear the voice
I got to hear the
"GO OUT!! YOU CAN FIND OUT!! YOU CAN BREAK OUT!!"
It's just like a painting on the wall
saying
No one's listening
No use saying
No one's listening
No use saying
No one's listening
I'm just staying
out of it
I was way over there
Painting
is
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Magic blanket super hero wristwatch crying painting
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