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letra de paint it - lucky daye

[verse 1]
you wanna leave me?
yeah, we need somethin’
yeah, we need somethin’ we can hold on to
where you wanna be?
baby, quit frontin’
gonna give you somethin’ to feel closer to

[pre-chorus]
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

[chorus]
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

[verse 2]
baby, you must be crazy, get me right
cutl-ss 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?)

[pre-chorus]
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)

[bridge]
why you keep that girl so confused?
can we play one game i don’t lose?
why you keep that girl? paint it 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? paint it blue
don’t trick that girl

[verse 3]
again and again, then it’s on to the next
lookin’ for a friend to put that -ss on your vest
holes in your back from the knife in your chest
got you wonderin’ with regret, was you f-ckin’ 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 b&j when you don’t want no t-tle?
you do the same sh-t with a new bad b-tch
oh, now you wanna be vegan ’cause you got cabbage?
doctor, go ‘head, botox her, make that -ss 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 d-ck 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-tch
tell that n-gg- kiss your -ss and don’t add lip
can i adlib?

[outro]
don’t trick that girl
don’t trick that girl
don’t trick that girl

- lucky daye

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