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Paint Me In God Video (MV)




Performed By: Mike Rebel
Featuring: T-Pain
Length: 3:33
Written by: Jacob Schmidt, Michael Raymo, Mitchell Henri




Mike Rebel - Paint Me In God Lyrics
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[ Featuring T-Pain ]

You should see the colours that they paint me
Taking at me like the want cage me
Run away, they just wan' chase me down
Put me in the cell, they won't break me
Mama said that I'll always be a baby
But mama they done made your boy crazy
Choppers and them sirens, man, I hate this town
Though I moved away that shit raised me

You should see the colours that they paint me
Like they ain't really wanna end slavery
I know I ain't the one that f*cking laid that ground
But since they ain't around, you gon' pay me
And you don't like your children emulatin' me
I hate it that your daughter wanna date me
We had a couple children paint 'em light skin brown
And dark skin bitches gon' hate me

Paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm not what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Stay on your job
Starting to make me feel like I'm on one
Just paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm not what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Stay on your job
Starting to make me feel like I'm on one

Just paint me in God
Paint me in God
Paint me in God
Paint me in God

You've been too busy trying to be wavy
Dem niggas is not worried about your safety
If you keep selling on that corner, they gonna gun you down
And take that shit that you been flexin' lately
You been to busy chasing Versace
And shorting niggas down on the daily
But you can't take it to the grave, watchu gon' do now
Look at what you wasting yeah
It's kinda like the carpet, it ain't faze me
Just to show me what I'm really facing
At the end of the day you end up in ground
I tell you the truth and you hate me
So why you gonna treat me like I'm faking, ooh
I don't wanna say,"Look what you made me do"
Triple shot of Henny I'ma take that down
So I won't feel a think when you
Paint me in gold

Or paint me in God
I'm not what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Stay on your job
Starting to make me feel like I'm on one
Just paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm not what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Stay on your job
Starting to make me feel like I'm on one

Just paint me in God
Paint me in God
Paint me in God
Paint me in God
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You should see the colours that they paint me
Taking at me like the want cage me
Run away, they just wan' chase me down
Put me in the cell, they won't break me
Mama said that I'll always be a baby
But mama they done made your boy crazy
Choppers and them sirens, man, I hate this town
Though I moved away that shit raised me

You should see the colours that they paint me
Like they ain't really wanna end slavery
I know I ain't the one that f*cking laid that ground
But since they ain't around, you gon' pay me
And you don't like your children emulatin' me
I hate it that your daughter wanna date me
We had a couple children paint 'em light skin brown
And dark skin bitches gon' hate me

Paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm not what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Stay on your job
Starting to make me feel like I'm on one
Just paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm not what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Stay on your job
Starting to make me feel like I'm on one

Just paint me in God
Paint me in God
Paint me in God
Paint me in God

You've been too busy trying to be wavy
Dem niggas is not worried about your safety
If you keep selling on that corner, they gonna gun you down
And take that shit that you been flexin' lately
You been to busy chasing Versace
And shorting niggas down on the daily
But you can't take it to the grave, watchu gon' do now
Look at what you wasting yeah
It's kinda like the carpet, it ain't faze me
Just to show me what I'm really facing
At the end of the day you end up in ground
I tell you the truth and you hate me
So why you gonna treat me like I'm faking, ooh
I don't wanna say,"Look what you made me do"
Triple shot of Henny I'ma take that down
So I won't feel a think when you
Paint me in gold

Or paint me in God
I'm not what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Stay on your job
Starting to make me feel like I'm on one
Just paint me in gold
Or paint me in God
I'm not what you made me
The colour you paint me
You painting me wrong
Stay on your job
Starting to make me feel like I'm on one

Just paint me in God
Paint me in God
Paint me in God
Paint me in God
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Writer: Jacob Schmidt, Michael Raymo, Mitchell Henri
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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