Painted people get you going And I'll smother that pig in a holy scene It ain't too hard to see The paint, my love, gets you going like You wanna be got
번역: 스웨이드 가죽. 페인 티드 사람.
Painted people get you going and I'll smother that pig in a holy scene It ain't too hard to see The paint, my love gets you going like you wanne be got
: Painted people get you going and I'll smother that pig in a holy scene It ain't too hard to see The paint, my love gets you going like you wanne be
fire You can't touch me, no, That's just a dream Fill up my cup, mozoltov Look at her dancing, just take it off Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down
I'm coming apart at the seams Pitching myself for leads in people's dreams Now buzz, buzz, buzz Doc, there's a hole where something was Doc, there's a
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out as a hero Picture mural pictures of us painted
Love is such a novelty A rarely painted masterpiece A place few people go or ever know An underwater rocket love Exactly what I'm searching for You're
I'm not allowed to show the pain Not allowed to expose the pain All the white people from my neighborhood are dead All the black people have turned pink
Fuck, I just hit a jogger, people lookin' like frogger They Hoppin' out the way whenever they see Marshall's car comin' The kids painted my windows with
earrings I wore yesterday burr I'm pimpin' where I'm winnin', that's just how I'm chillin' I'm smokin' gray sacily' chickens, Corvette painted lemon
Money business Higher than the ceiling, fly like a bird Hit the Gucci store and later get served We smoked out with no roof on it Them people passin
Toe to toe Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotized And they're stepping lightly Hang each night in rapture
down It ain't so country though, nigga, this ain't no Gomer Pyle I'm Sergent Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order In order to satisfy my people
more, can't take your slogans no more, can't take your slogans no more. Wipe out the paintings of slogans all over the streets (ooh, ooh, ooh), confusing the people
like lyrics She spoke to me in the middle of the winter So i'ma let her close to me [Estelle - Verse 1] All these stars out And these people know my
, live forever Painted desert, peyote rain Lord, don't let me go insane Skinwalker, skinwalker Through your eyes I can see you have left your mark on me Skinwalker, skinwalker Painted
