In The Paint

I grew up in the church, singing them hymns

Praying that God would forgive my sins

While I kept doing them things that they told me not to

They told me not to cuss, told me not to drink

Told me not to go too hard in the paint

But Wocka Flocka Flame had to go and tell me that I got to

I go hard in the motherfucking paint

I go hard in the motherfucking paint

Still say my prayers, get up on time

Stacking up my money, ain't wasting a dime

I do a lot of good and I should just because I ought to

Might have a little smoke, have a little drink

Go a little too hard in the motherfucking paint

Cause Wocka Flocka Flame had to go and told me that I got to

I go hard in the motherfucking paint

I go hard in the motherfucking paint

I go hard in the motherfucking paint

I go hard in the motherfucking paint

I go hard in the motherfucking paint

I go hard in the motherfucking

(ah shit) paint