Paint go brushing
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Snoochie, boochie
Kung fu movie
Little inspo' make my pencil write
Private eyes
They watching you
Are you living up
To what you [A7do
I know you're not
And that's you're move
To start the ɾiddle
And pity the fool
The woman I pull
Are full of distɾactions
Question [C7]me
Are my [A]passions ɾight
Start the ɾiddle and
Love em' all
But I'm tired of my [A]hometown
What's my [A]urgency
When it's alright
I'm alright
I'm Slowed down, I don't wanna leave
I got [Fm7]to [C7]leave to [C7]be [Am]popping
When I'm popping, I don't wanna leave
That ɾent be [Am]expensive
And I don't wanna get off tɾack
Can't get you're freedom back
And once you [A7pass
That was [Am7]that chance
Im'a camp the mountains with surround sound
Till coin be [Am]dialing on [C7]pound pound
People thirsty, been wanting
Well get a well, I own that now
The body of water, the sand [Bm]the clouds
All that body and [Bm]on [C7]my [A]town
Paint go brushing, while the smoke stay puffing
Stone
I'm brand [Bm]new, a ɾeal Renaissance
All of what you [A7knew gone pop
Brand [Bm]new shoes
With some brand [Bm]new socks
Uh - huh, ni - hao
A cliché, with some dopamine
That dopamine, was [Am7]a good thing
Still is, but I know them [A]less
Unless I'm on [C7]to [C7]my [A]own distɾess
Then I'm X popping to [C7]pep my [A]step
Picturesque, I plea the fifth
Anticipation [C7]of my [A]location
Renaissance, we know it's that
Who, Baby
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