Paint the World (Radio Mix)
It was a sunny
Afternoon you confronted me
It was a sunny, a sunny Sunday
I had a feeling you go some fun and some foggy
After one two to five glasses of fine fucking rum
I met myself, that's how I know all of your secrets
Cause I left myself, and I will never fear again, I
Wish we could run na, fast like a shot
Wish we had a bigger plan but I'm afraid we have not
"Na, ain't got much but we got color"
"Na, ain't got much but we got color", he said
"Ain't got much but we got color"
"Color could be the way to conquer them"
I paint the whole wide world for you mami
Paint the whole wide world for me papi
If we paint together we can make a change
Things will never ever be the same
Remember sunny
Afternoons up in unity
About the question, no answer of me
I had a feeling you go some dumb and some happy
After one two to five glasses of fine fucking rum
We grace this shit, that's how we burst all of your fiction
Cause we wake this shit, and we will never sleep again
Wish we grow high, big as a lie
Which we could be blind, to be apart for a while
I met a shady dog wet from the storms and he said
"Baby if I could I paint the whole world red for you"
"Blood red for you"
"I paint the whole God damn shit red"
Aye yeah
Paint the world
End
Afternoon you confronted me
It was a sunny, a sunny Sunday
I had a feeling you go some fun and some foggy
After one two to five glasses of fine fucking rum
I met myself, that's how I know all of your secrets
Cause I left myself, and I will never fear again, I
Wish we could run na, fast like a shot
Wish we had a bigger plan but I'm afraid we have not
"Na, ain't got much but we got color"
"Na, ain't got much but we got color", he said
"Ain't got much but we got color"
"Color could be the way to conquer them"
I paint the whole wide world for you mami
Paint the whole wide world for me papi
If we paint together we can make a change
Things will never ever be the same
Remember sunny
Afternoons up in unity
About the question, no answer of me
I had a feeling you go some dumb and some happy
After one two to five glasses of fine fucking rum
We grace this shit, that's how we burst all of your fiction
Cause we wake this shit, and we will never sleep again
Wish we grow high, big as a lie
Which we could be blind, to be apart for a while
I met a shady dog wet from the storms and he said
"Baby if I could I paint the whole world red for you"
"Blood red for you"
"I paint the whole God damn shit red"
Aye yeah
Paint the world
End
Credits
Writer(s): Timothee Patrice Aeby, Jeffrey S Jacobs, Chester Rushing, Raphael Lucien Saal, Jean-david Andre Sarfati
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