Paint It (Explicit) - Lucky Daye

Lyrics by：David Brown/Dustin Bowie/Dernst Emile II

Composed by：David Brown/Dustin Bowie/Dernst Emile II

You wanna leave me

Yeah we need somethin'

Yeah we need somethin' we can hold on to

Where you wanna be

Baby keep quit frontin'

Gonna give you somethin' to feel closer to

Ooh ooh ooh

This ain't the type of heart you play with

Then throw away when you're done with it

I ain't done with it

Ooh ooh ooh

You ain't gon' lay me 'way for rainy day

Can't wait 'round in it

Live your life like flowers in bloom ooh

Why you keep that girl so confused

Can we play one game I don't lose ooh

Why you keep that girl painted blue

So blue don't trick that girl

Baby you must be crazy get me right

Cutlass or Seville

You must be crazy get me right

What I look like

What I look like

Are you even lookin'

Who is in the boy that you compare me to who

Ooh ooh ooh

This ain't the type of heart you play with

Then throw away

When you're done with it I ain't done with it

I ain't done with it I ain't done with it

Ooh ooh ooh

You ain't gon' lay me 'way for rainy day

Can't wait 'round in it

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Live your life like flowers in bloom ooh

Why you keep that girl so confused

Can we play one game I don't lose ooh

Why you keep that girl paint it blue

So blue don't trick that girl

Why you keep that girl so confused

Can we play one game I don't lose

Why you keep that girl painted blue

Girl painted

Don't trick that girl

Again and again then it's on to the next

Lookin' for a friend to put that a*s on your vest

Holes in your back from the knife in your chest

Got you wonderin' with regret was you f**kin' with the best

She chose you yeah you a first round draft pick

You never chose her

You always settle for average

Now you say you never leave her

And you swore on the Bible

How you gon' be BJ when you don't want no title

You do the same s**t with a new bad b***h

Oh now you wanna be vegan 'cause you got cabbage

Doctor go hypotox her make that a*s colossal

So when she ride his nostril he gaspin'

Sit it on his face hope he can breathe through plastic

Baby baby get your nut and make sure it's fantastic

Maybe maybe take off 'fore the highs start crashin'

And his dick go flaccid like Sisqó's dragon

After one dramatic ballad

Magic gone tragic like he thought he had this

Who's askin' well maybe the dash b***h

Tell that n***a kiss your a*s and don't add lip

Can I adlib

Ooh ooh ooh

Don't trick that girl

Ooh ooh ooh

Don't trick

Don't trick

Don't trick that girl

Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh

Don't trick that girl

Ooh ooh ooh