Wet Paint - Dry Paint - Why Paint.
You've sang your Songs with vigor and pride You pointed To the left You Beyoncé-yed his life. Even Reduced what you had to Destinys Child And all the other unlove songs that said "You don't give a fuck" about..... anymore. And He was stupid enough to believe you. You can call him an asshole all you like But he risked his life by J-walking to meet you On the other side of the street was something indiscribable Something to risk it all for. It was not your fault but... I mean seriously for someone so cold and calculating How could he J-walk instead of thinking to press the street button? You had your walls up. You have your prejudice You fought the good fight to keep him out the crevices They became craters over time It is not your fault. So he likes to eat your stock fish and plantain Which brings out the dark forces in you to curse his ancestors Bending your thoughts into paranoia Every time someon...