I wanna see it painted, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
darkness goes I wanna see it painted, painted black, Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
hmm,... I wanna see it painted, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
know what's up? I'll turn it upside down. A guillotine waiting for the head that wears the crown. Get off my back and I'll get off yours. Call off the attack, it
get when you preach to the choir. When the smoke gets thick, you're quick to rick your constituents. It's like, "touch me, I'm sick" it's just the carrot
red door And I want it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away And not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up When your whole world is black
hmm,... I wanna see it tainted, tainted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it tainted, tainted, tainted, tainted black
it has been painted black Paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint it, paint it black Paint it, paint it, paint it
I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed
? You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What
just might change your life cause baby... You got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) you got it (you got it) [J. Cole -
the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment, it
ohh Ah yea Ah ah yea [Verse 1] Somebody told me once that pain is a game that we all gotta play. Then why am I in overtime and sudden death every other
shoot the rest of the pain, I'm reckless Coressing the flame, addressing the strange It's Wu-Tang Chorus: {Sampled Singer} Close your weary eyes and drift away, It
mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life I wouldn't have it any other way Yeah, gun play burning
, I've felt that fire and I, I've been burned But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned Pennies
