MR. PICASSO BY THE TYTAN
(LYRICS)
INTRO:
(Chanting) Mr. Picasso, father God! Mi ah kno yuh mek it right with dis one!
The Tytan! Eh!
CHORUS:
Mr. Picasso please don’t put your paintbrush away//
Repaint my life ‘cause I’m one plane crash away//
Make a storm so we let the rain wash away…//
…my pain wash away, away, away!!//
Away, away, away!!
Away, away, away!!
Away, away, away!!
…my pain wash away!!
VERSATILE 1:
S.O.S. mos’ def it’s an emergency//
It’s all over the press that’s why mi got this sense of urgency//
Yes! Oh yes! All these issues just emerge and see//
She said mi raped her bad but this girl is still a virgin, see//
I n I convicted of the murders up in Tenessee//
While I be done in H.R.E. just sippin’ on that Henessee//
With me and trouble, guess we gotta say we just like bird and seed//
Mi gobble it up, that’s why Babylon has burdened me!!//
PRE-CHORUS:
Mr. Picasso I’m tryna be a songbird//
But problems grippin’ on my neck just wanna make me lose my breath//
I’m tryna make it right, not say the wrong words//
Before this starts to mash up and I finally just choke to death//
CHORUS:
Mr. Picasso please don’t put your paintbrush away//
Repaint my life ‘cause I’m one plane crash away//
Make a storm so we let the rain wash away…//
…my pain wash away, away, away!!//
Away, away, away!!
Away, away, away!!
Away, away, away!!
…my pain wash away!!
VERSATILE 2:
Mr. Picasso, what more could we ask for?//
Make our dreams come true ‘cause in the air we’re building castles//
I ain’t giving up on nothing, call me Fidel Castro//
Mi kno mi got a chance, the best stroke is the last stroke//
But I’m needed around the world like a passport//
And ‘em riches playing tennis, only on ‘em grass courts//
My life’s feeling blue, it’s on the low, it’s going down slow//
I need my life back, resuscitation be a must so..!!
PRE-CHORUS:
Mr. Picasso I’m tryna be a songbird//
But problems grippin’ on my neck just wanna make me lose my breath//
I’m tryna make it right, not say the wrong words//
Before this starts to mash up and I finally just choke to death//
CHORUS:
Mr. Picasso please don’t put your paintbrush away//
Repaint my life ‘cause I’m one plane crash away//
Make a storm so we let the rain wash away…//
…my pain wash away, away, away!!//
Away, away, away!!
Away, away, away!!
Away, away, away!!
…my pain wash away!!
VERSATILE 3:
Mr. Picasso, why mi life ah go so??//
Mi tryna rise up, they pull me down//
Dis ah fiasco, yes man-friend mi nuffi trust oh//
Try fi make ‘em tables turn around//
So mi ah rise up, mi life mi gonna size up//
And be a superstar, father God mash ‘em lies up//
So mi ah rise up, mi life mi gonna size up//
And be a superstar, father God mash ‘em lies up//
PRE-CHORUS:
Mr. Picasso I’m tryna be a songbird//
But problems grippin’ on my neck just wanna make me lose my breath//
I’m tryna make it right, not say the wrong words//
Before this starts to mash up and I finally just choke to death//
CHORUS (twice):
Mr. Picasso please don’t put your paintbrush away//
Repaint my life ‘cause I’m one plane crash away//
Make a storm so we let the rain wash away…//
…my pain wash away, away, away!!//
Away, away, away!!
Away, away, away!!
Away, away, away!!
…my pain wash away!!
OUTRO:
(Chanting) In life there are trials and tribulations. but we ‘affi trust in God! Bless, eh!!
The End
