Paint Me in God
You should see the colours that they paint me
Talking at me like the want cage me
Run away they just gon' chase me down
Put in me so that they won't brake me
Mama said that I will always be a baby
But mama didn't make the boy crazy
Choppers and em sirens mhen I hate this town
Though I move the way that should erase me
You should see the colours that they paint me
They ain't really wanna end slavery
I know that I ain't the one that fucking lay that ground
[?] you gon' paint me
And you don't like your children nibbling me
I hate it that your daughter wanna date me
We had a couple children with a light skin brown
And all skin bitches gon' hate me
Paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm now what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Still your job
Starting to make me feel like a moron
Just paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm now what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Still your job
Starting to make me feel like a moron
Just paint me in God (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Paint me in God
Paint me in God (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Paint me in God
You've been too busy trying to be wavy
Them niggas is now worry about your safety
If you keep selling all that codein they gonna gun you down
Take that shit that you've been flexin lately
What will you been to busy chasing [?]
And shutting niggas down on a daily
But you can take it to the grave what you gon' do now?
Look at what you wasting yeah
Scattered like the coffin then they place me
Just to show me what I'm really pacing
At the end of the day you will end up in ground
I tell you the truth and you hate me
So why you gonna treat me like a faking youu
I don't wanna [?] what you made me do
Tripple shotta, Henny ima take that down
So I won't feel a thing when you paint me, in gold
Paint me in gold
Paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm now what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Still your job
Starting to make me feel like a moron
Just paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm now what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Still your job
Starting to make me feel like a moron
Just paint me in God (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Paint me in God
Paint me in God (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Paint me in God
Talking at me like the want cage me
Run away they just gon' chase me down
Put in me so that they won't brake me
Mama said that I will always be a baby
But mama didn't make the boy crazy
Choppers and em sirens mhen I hate this town
Though I move the way that should erase me
You should see the colours that they paint me
They ain't really wanna end slavery
I know that I ain't the one that fucking lay that ground
[?] you gon' paint me
And you don't like your children nibbling me
I hate it that your daughter wanna date me
We had a couple children with a light skin brown
And all skin bitches gon' hate me
Paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm now what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Still your job
Starting to make me feel like a moron
Just paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm now what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Still your job
Starting to make me feel like a moron
Just paint me in God (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Paint me in God
Paint me in God (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Paint me in God
You've been too busy trying to be wavy
Them niggas is now worry about your safety
If you keep selling all that codein they gonna gun you down
Take that shit that you've been flexin lately
What will you been to busy chasing [?]
And shutting niggas down on a daily
But you can take it to the grave what you gon' do now?
Look at what you wasting yeah
Scattered like the coffin then they place me
Just to show me what I'm really pacing
At the end of the day you will end up in ground
I tell you the truth and you hate me
So why you gonna treat me like a faking youu
I don't wanna [?] what you made me do
Tripple shotta, Henny ima take that down
So I won't feel a thing when you paint me, in gold
Paint me in gold
Paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm now what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Still your job
Starting to make me feel like a moron
Just paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm now what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Still your job
Starting to make me feel like a moron
Just paint me in God (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Paint me in God
Paint me in God (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Paint me in God
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Raymo, Mitchell Henri, Jacob Schmidt
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