| Song | Paint Brush ft. Fred Nice |
| Artist | j. lewis |
| Album | Paint Brush ft. Fred Nice |
| 作曲 : Joen Lewis | |
| 作词 : Joen Lewis | |
| [Verse 1: J. Lewis] | |
| Everyday I wake up I aim to get my cake up painting this picture without a paint brush spreading my word without saying much my actions loud you need some ear muffs pushin down the alleys uh back streets of lovely Cali just doin me ****** what you think about me S-500 see the emblem you know I'm comin ain't worried bout cash flow I know it's comin if I'm ****** this fast hoe you know she comin wet over and over like da faucet runnin I take flight like nothin it ain't even fair I'm in da air like waves and I ain't talkin hair, open your ears so you can hear me clear while you in carnival fairs over coming fears, my fares are round trip to bring me here please visualize my picture feel free to share yea | |
| [Chorus: Fred Nice] | |
| I'm just sitting here painting away hoping I can draw my pain away haters really ain't got nothing to say stack up and I'ma throw the money up in ya face painting away yaa painting away haters got nothing to say stack up throw the money up in ya face | |
| [Verse 2: J. Lewis] | |
| My mind over loads it carry hope my flow ****** hope these keys open doors sippin rum and coke I'm over seas boats and keys with the baddest hoe then I hop in a cessna like where he go I'm fly anywhere I go without the flight high of life anywhere I go I don't sell records I make records to break records I'm building up my stash I ain't talkin reckless I'm biggin up my staff Mumraw and Kendrick Cortas gettin cash and we heavy spendin uh ain't nothin cause we does it all hear the squeak from my sneakers watch us ball casino time I hope I play my cards right got da ace on deck yea long night playin roulette takin a sip ace of spades on my breath before I place a bet, bet | |
| [Chorus: Fred Nice] | |
| I'm just sitting here painting away hoping I can draw my pain away haters really ain't got nothing to say stack up and I'ma throw the money up in ya face painting away yaa painting away haters got nothing to say stack up throw the money up in ya face | |
| [Verse 3: J. Lewis] | |
| No payola for my records to play over face time with execs comfy in my sofa bad ****** rub my neck down to my shoulders party bus for the night let me text my chauffeur rooftop for the night wit my ****** Los good people good vibes lets make a toast the good life good times may we see more of the chedder pray I don't become lactose-intolerant my tolerance pay the rent this 9-5 ain't me so I go for rich in the back of my mind I know I rather wealth but as the hublot ticks I figure time uh tell time after time like Cyndy lauper preach I sit and wonder bout the bread new way to eat I'm passed the proof I'm the truth why should I prove ****** when ya know who the truth is? ******. | |
| [Chorus: Fred Nice] | |
| I'm just sitting here painting away hoping I can draw my pain away haters really ain't got nothing to say stack up and I'ma throw the money up in ya face painting away yaa painting away haters got nothing to say stack up throw the money up in ya face |
| zuò qǔ : Joen Lewis | |
| zuò cí : Joen Lewis | |
| Verse 1: J. Lewis | |
| Everyday I wake up I aim to get my cake up painting this picture without a paint brush spreading my word without saying much my actions loud you need some ear muffs pushin down the alleys uh back streets of lovely Cali just doin me what you think about me S500 see the emblem you know I' m comin ain' t worried bout cash flow I know it' s comin if I' m this fast hoe you know she comin wet over and over like da faucet runnin I take flight like nothin it ain' t even fair I' m in da air like waves and I ain' t talkin hair, open your ears so you can hear me clear while you in carnival fairs over coming fears, my fares are round trip to bring me here please visualize my picture feel free to share yea | |
| Chorus: Fred Nice | |
| I' m just sitting here painting away hoping I can draw my pain away haters really ain' t got nothing to say stack up and I' ma throw the money up in ya face painting away yaa painting away haters got nothing to say stack up throw the money up in ya face | |
| Verse 2: J. Lewis | |
| My mind over loads it carry hope my flow hope these keys open doors sippin rum and coke I' m over seas boats and keys with the baddest hoe then I hop in a cessna like where he go I' m fly anywhere I go without the flight high of life anywhere I go I don' t sell records I make records to break records I' m building up my stash I ain' t talkin reckless I' m biggin up my staff Mumraw and Kendrick Cortas gettin cash and we heavy spendin uh ain' t nothin cause we does it all hear the squeak from my sneakers watch us ball casino time I hope I play my cards right got da ace on deck yea long night playin roulette takin a sip ace of spades on my breath before I place a bet, bet | |
| Chorus: Fred Nice | |
| I' m just sitting here painting away hoping I can draw my pain away haters really ain' t got nothing to say stack up and I' ma throw the money up in ya face painting away yaa painting away haters got nothing to say stack up throw the money up in ya face | |
| Verse 3: J. Lewis | |
| No payola for my records to play over face time with execs comfy in my sofa bad rub my neck down to my shoulders party bus for the night let me text my chauffeur rooftop for the night wit my Los good people good vibes lets make a toast the good life good times may we see more of the chedder pray I don' t become lactoseintolerant my tolerance pay the rent this 95 ain' t me so I go for rich in the back of my mind I know I rather wealth but as the hublot ticks I figure time uh tell time after time like Cyndy lauper preach I sit and wonder bout the bread new way to eat I' m passed the proof I' m the truth why should I prove when ya know who the truth is? . | |
| Chorus: Fred Nice | |
| I' m just sitting here painting away hoping I can draw my pain away haters really ain' t got nothing to say stack up and I' ma throw the money up in ya face painting away yaa painting away haters got nothing to say stack up throw the money up in ya face |