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