Paint

My heart cold and that's good
Cause you was insane
Too many lies that you told, acting dumb
Like "who was to blame?"
In with the new and out with the old, it's not fun, quit playing these games
You was my lil' Picasso, but you changed now I'm rubbing the paint

Rubbing the paint
With you and your love, I can't get enough Wanna just do this one time and come fuck
She not from the Bay, but she love talking bout bucs
When I'm with you, it's enough
Off of your lies, I cannot decide If it is alright, not my ride or die
She just want a ride, said that we should end things
Then I call my boy Thijs, like a school nurse all I carry is ice, tryna scam me
Get to punting like Mike Tyson, she's so enticing
The way you moving got me wondering why we fighting damn, when we fucking till the night end
Damn, why you always pull up in a white Benz

My heart cold and that's good
Cause you was insane
Too many lies that you told, acting dumb
Like "who was to blame?"
In with the new and out with the old, it's not fun, quit playing these games
You was my lil' Picasso, but you changed now I'm rubbing the paint

I might have to double it, get that paper, fumble it
When you hear all these people talk bout you, it be so humbling
With you, it feel so comforting, she said she off the vicodines
If it's not the end tonight, I'ma say this
Come and get it done, when I wanna fuck from the back
She get it done, she using her lil' tongue I'm using my lil' thumb
When you get this money round me, she get it done done

My heart cold and that's good
Cause you was insane
Too many lies that you told, acting dumb
Like "who was to blame?"
In with the new and out with the old, it's not fun, quit playing these games
You was my lil' Picasso, but you changed now I'm rubbing the paint

Come and get it done, when I wanna fuck from the back
She get it done, she using her lil' tongue I'm using my lil' thumb
When you get this money round me, she get it done done



Credits
Writer(s): Cole Cowan
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