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jonathan blaze – paint a picture lyrics

(verse 1)

eyes on me like mona lisa/
put that money where your mouth is, amax visa/
struck by athena, sprung for va-gina/
kissed by a nina, that’s lady death
she never here for the talk/
she only come with the chalk/
and she got bodies, she do it for a hobby right by the lobby, that’s where they lay/
yellow tape get smoke like vape/
crushed like grapes, through the vine get pr-cked/
through the line get clipped/
wanna sign get stripped like an escort/ she only rock import
she only want resource
3 sixty that’s deal she offer/
and she’ll blow your top like jay to his chauffeur/
gucci loafers, with a noose/
thinking you the truth, when you lose because you don’t own sh-t you spit in the booth/
oof
baby mama, bringing drama
when i first f-cked around
all i saw was commas/
now i gotta think why i didn’t use a condom/
now i’m stuck, all these young cats wanna stunt/
thinking they setting up the act/
they wanna lay the verse/
but if you lit on wax, don’t drip too fast/
once the flame is up you can’t get it back/
better hope to catch, like a wild fire/
p-ss the lighter….
pacifier rock these children to sleep/
they mesmerized by the beat/
and mumble the chorus/
and think they the king like horus/
i’ll put ya to bed call the florist/
and i’m back on my bull, taurus

(chorus)

you got your head to the cloud sipping lean
chasing a dream, envious for green/
f-ck the machine
i’m sewer, spitting manure, the elite getting fewer/

(verse 2)

eyes on me that’s paparazzi, illuminati/
i don’t ride ducati put i-u-d in your women’s body/
cause i’m f-cking crazy she wanna have my baby, cus i know her tricks/
she got a silly rabbit, i don’t give her no pleasure she can dig out/
the game is a pig out, running in slop/
trappers is cops, everything pop/
everyone op, call up my ock/
pull up with glocks everything shot, stand still/
i prefer when the south had everybody doing tip drills/
now its lean pills/
game medicate everyone ill
netflix and chill, let’s keep it real how many got chills?
how many got steal? how many got sk!ll
how many color dredd’s till i’m a real n-gga?
let’s keep it a buck i don’t feel n-ggas
that’s why i grill n-ggas
yo f-ck this ho like i’m tristan thompson/
being out of bounce is my player option/
since everyone a shooter the game changed so i’m bouncing/
retreat to the underground, f-ck the other sound/
i’m in that h-o-v while they gridlock/
what’s the five elements of hip-hop/
let me paint a picture like the holy scriptures/
till death do us apart i’m bout to part, i’m out of hair/
elope, i refuse to hang rope, for a female so cut throat/
if the radio don’t propagand quick sand
retire with your d-ck in hand cause your sh-t is bland/
she got sick of bandz and then she f-cked your mans/
and you lost your chance, as a rapper/
maybe you should’ve been a trapper, but you was too busy

(chorus)
with your head in the cloud sipping on lean
chasing a dream, envious for green/
f-ck the machine
i’m sewer, spitting manure, the elite getting fewer/

you got your head to the cloud sipping lean
chasing a dream, envious for green/
f-ck the machine
i’m sewer, spitting manure, the elite getting fewer/

- jonathan blaze lyrics

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