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Pintor (Amo & Odium) Lyrics - Artist : Rilès
From the blue of my mind
The bright of my shadow From the red I pine I disturb all my sorrow Yellow, Yallah, Hello You steal gold for your benzo You're still old decrescendo And pink is my new black Raising like roses White and full of noises I don't know where my choice is: Enclose them with the dark of my nights Or liberate them with the prose the light I took a morning bath with Gabriele Münter Kandinsky arrived, and said "Go on my nigga" I see my trouble green, and renewal is pink But if you don't hear my scream Would you think that I sink? Would you be the bitch who blames but your bite is no pain You'd better begin to bargain I see you brain is burden I feel no pity you're pathetic, prosaic misunderstand Pragmatic is my complain, of course you know I can't stand ya bitch But I can steal your wish with my black brush Colors are more relevant with that touch Baby you see shit is never enough I love the way you dance in my mind I take my watches and eat them with anger Time is enemy but Art is the savior Canvas in my head, bad bitches in purple Others in my bed and red like the Devil I love your curves babe, driving me so evil Look like a Demoiselle I ride you like Knievel Painting is an Art, and the art in its whole Is not a vain objects creation which get lost in the void But it's power which has a goal and must serve to the evolution To the refinement of the human soul, to the moving of the Triangle It is the language which speaks to the soul in its proper form Of things which are the "daily bread" of the soul And which it can receive only under this form Understand the concept of love Understand the concept of Understand the concept Understand the (Hatred) Frequently lost, but never dead Black, white preeminent in my head Somber, somber, somber, somber, see my face Dolor, dolor, dolor, dolor, is the new dread Baby, I want you so bad in my bed Bipolar, yes you can say my love is insane But the meaning of their life is the meaning of the end And the meaning of our life is not waiting for heaven Ha! It's so hard to love but fucking easy to hate Bitch I don't know how to love but I do know what to hate I wonder if Pollock knew that he painted my race In a crowd full of bitches baby I can see your face Baby I can feel your face Let me taste it how it tastes Turn your red into scarlet Explosive is the duet Chérie, you're ready to sweat? You're ready not to forget? To make love with a poet Pussy dry now pussy wet You.. Your pussy tastes like.. |
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