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pays for her next drink, a tequila sunrise
Asks about her job, and he finds to his surprise
That she's an oil painter, just like he'd always dreamed
She

And I'm the oil painter

Ima have always have your heart
Regardless of where we are
For it never it never torn us apart
Who'd thought we'd make it this far

Jaszy da B3asT with a masterpiece, if you cant get the bigger picture then you sleeping on me oil painter yell fa those who learn visually

When I grow up I want to be a painter
Acrylics and oils all over my fingers
I can picture myself as a little old lady
Long grey hair pulled back in

painter sells subs
Honey oil and bars
Living in a blissful world
A diversion in your life
Happy till you come down
The world is so very frightening
Begging

Painters

Jewel

Pieces of You

1995

would go

'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world

Oil streaked daisies covered the living room walls
He put water

Oil on me
Drip drop
Oil on me
Drip drip
Oil on me y'all don't see this oil on me
All on me
Yea yea
All on me
Yea yea
Bounce bounce
Oil on me y'all

Of universal love that comes from the heart
When any of those pictures seem to fade to black and white
By watercolors and oil on canvas, as human works of art
I

I splinter I'll
Be the better for it yeah
Won't you go against the grain
I need an oil change so I can run

Have a seat, please sit this is the main

strength in distress
Your following eyes tell a story of loneliness
Faces of marble, bodies of oil
Fiction to tell truth, immortalized youth

Smiling in

Jouvert time we wake up  like some painters 
All we want to do is 
dab the gyal them with the oil We giving them trouble 
We doh cater 
We bumping down ppl

If hidden sin inside my body Lord come and reveal it so we can deal with it lets get is
It's a process
Oil dripping oil dripping oil dripping
That's

DID YOU STOP TAKING PILLS LIKE YOU SAID YOU WOULD
DO YOU THINK THE WORLD LIKE A PAINTER
WHEN YOU CROSS THE LINE DO YOU YELL OR FALL
REALIZING YOU

Blood, all I see is blood (blood)
For the whole damn history
All that was and all will be
It is made by blood
Shed for oil and god (god)
Spilled for

didn't tremble and her eye was true
They called her Georgia O'Keeffe of the sea

Her famous works were painted in oil
And her works were hailed supreme
She

rock
Make this shit pop like oil in a chrome pot
And it don't stop
I'm not a picture painter but I will
Put a nigga in his own chalk
I let the 9 spill
I

of
Y'all niggas on shots
We could do it however y'all niggas wan' rock
Make this shit pop like oil in a chrome pot
And it don't stop
I'm not a picture

interference from the small AM radio station down the street, night in Anacortes in the mid 90's, oil tankers rumbling.  
I stayed late recording every night

from home
Im a fool with these andis working on my masters
The greatest of all time im feeling like im clashes
Ill fade ya boy luster oil got him looking

What produced the greatest singers
Frank Sinatra, Louis Prima, and Caruso
How bout the painters and musicians
Michaelangelo, DaVinci, Donizetti
Olive

So much stamina you'll think we having car sex
Test driver even let you see the car facts
Get up under then I proceed to give you oil checks
So much

I live by a waterfall
In a treehouse made out of popcorn
I popped it in a silver pot
With the oil I got from a coconut

I don't have to clean it
If I

far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In

rappers like Drexler we colliding Clyde
They can never out write my own cause theirs is drying
Oil pen talking to me living all their pens is dying
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