[Peter Bjorn & John:]
I'm a blue period Picasso stuck on a wall
In the middle of a hall in Barcelona

Trying to figure out
How to get down
Cause this solitude is bringing me down

The paintings around me
The paintings around me
The paintings around me

The paintings around me
The paintings around me
The paintings around me


[Talking: Naledge]
Let's have some fun y'all. Just gotta paint a picture for these ^!$$%s, you know what I'm sayin'?


[Verse 1: Naledge]
Now, now

See who walked in the room
Dance on the treble, see the 808 boom
Bad $$# girl in the room, that is guarenteed boom

Where a place, wear you hat to the side, get a boom
You ain't heard about me get in-tune
Like a (*##$, guaranteed I get a room

Make room for mister, Mister Go Illa
East side Godzilla
No one illa

Girl put 'em in three, just like Reg Miller
Hennessy and Hypno, call that Ferrigno
Call me Mr. Make Your Girlfriend Get Low

I don't care she like Lil' Jon, dip low
I'm on a mission.org
Guaranteed, in a lane, know I'm gonna score

Chicago Picasso in stores
And greatness be the only thing in store


[Chorus x5: Peter Bjorn John]
The paintings around me


[Talking: Mickey]
Uh huh. Sticky. Yo Boogie what up? Finally happened right? Naledge, I see you. nVMe what up? Let's go


[Verse 2:]
Art deco
Real life gecko

I'm so insured, the commercial said so
Street fighter in a E-Honda
Street bomber

Huh

Coulda been meat lawyer

Now
I'm the honorable
E'rybody rise

Givin' straight facts while e'rybody lies
Critics try to blame me
E'rybody cries

Live forever with aunt while e'rybody dies
No I
Why?

That's your answer
I was born sick
Cancer

Crab $$# rappers left under the sea with one stanza
Incredible ask Sebastian
Drive headbangers to airbangers

Brother I'm the best painter with ten fingers
It's the Chicago Picasso
I'm New York's Leonardo

Don't get it backwards
I'm tryin' to get that Harpo


[Chorus x5: Peter Bjorn John]
The paintings around me


[Talking: Naledge]
I told y'all. We not playin' games this year, you know what I'm sayin'? Picasso %#@! ain't playin' man. I'm paintin' extra.

[Verse 3: Naledge]
Cooler than a slim cigarette

I am fresh like this weeks broccoli, got me?
If rap was hockey, I'm Crosby
You're baby $$# flow need a car seat
You just a backseat driver
I'm in the driver's seat with the livest speech

On the beach, so complete I'm the %#@!
When I reek, I release
I'm a beast
Little Verne Troyer's just Mini-Me's
That's a death wish to all my enemies

Think they fly till they crash like Kennedy
Junior, ya sleep with petunias
The truth
This not a rumor
I'm sick but this not a tumor

Platinum type tongue and a golden $$# medulla
Brainiac, we the manure
Chew on!

[Chorus x5: Peter Bjorn John]
The paintings around me