| You paint a picture of my heart
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| Yeah, yeah
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| You paint a picture of my heart, yeah
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| It was alright, yeah, you shoulda used a different color
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| You had the nerve to call it art, yeah
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| I’ma paint it all black and then give it right back
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| Someone just pass me the paintbrush
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| So I can write «Fuck You» all over the paper, yeah
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| What do you need, bitch? |
| Don’t ask me
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| I don’t need no handouts
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| I don’t need no favors (Yeah, all these niggas lie)
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| That boy, bye, yeah
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| Fuck I look like cryin', yeah
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| He not even mine, that nigga lost his mind
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| I pay that boy no mind, yeah, I’ma go get mine, yeah
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| Dudes washed up like the seaside
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| You paint a picture of my heart, yeah
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| It was alright, yeah, you shoulda used a different color
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| You had the nerve to call it art, yeah
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| I’ma paint it all black and then give it right back
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| I just a package, it’s on the way to your house, yeah
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| And in it you will find a heart that I painted black, yeah
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| And if you flip it over, it says that there’s no trust, yeah
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| And I can’t trust these niggas, I’m screamin' that all out, yeah
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| You paint a picture of my heart, yeah
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| It was alright, yeah, you shoulda used a different color
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| You had the nerve to call it art, yeah
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| I’ma paint it all black and then give it right back |