Naledge - Blue Period Pica**o lyrics

[Peter Bjorn & John] I'm a blue period Pica**o 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 [Naledge talking] Let's have some fun y'all Just gotta paint a picture for these n***as, you know what I'm sayin'? [Verse One] [Naledge] Now, now See who walked in the room Dance on the treble, see the 808 boom Bad a** 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 b**h, 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 Pica**o in stores And greatness be the only thing in store [Hook] [Peter Bjorn John] [x5] The paintings around me [Mickey talking] Uh huh. Sticky. Yo Boogie what up? Finally happened right? Naledge, I see you. nVMe what up? Let's go [Verse Two] 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 a** 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 Pica**o I'm New York's Leonardo Don't get it backwards I'm tryin' to get that Harpo [Hook] [Peter Bjorn John] [x5] The paintings around me [Naledge talking] I told y'all. We not playin' games this year, you know what I'm sayin'? Pica**o sh** ain't playin' man. I'm paintin' extra [Verse Three] [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 a** 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 sh** When I reek, I release I'm a beast Little Verne Troyer's just Mini-Me's That's a d**h 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 a** medulla Brainiac, we the manure Chew on! [Hook] [Peter Bjorn John] [x5] The paintings around me