Hurting Painters - Raz Simone

Yo mamma don’t like me, I can’t blame her

No boy’s good enough for your daughter after you raise her

You run from her judgement, but you run on a track

Because the further you run from it, the closer you get back

She says he’s black, he’ll never love you

Through his day, he’s prolly never thinking of you

He’s a gangster, he’s gonna do what thugs do

Don’t ever trust him, he’ll never love you

He’s black, he’ll never love you

Through his day, he’s prolly never thinking of you

He’s a gangster, he’s gonna do what thugs do

Don’t ever trust him, he’ll never love you

Words they cut me, words they fray

Words they come out and never go away

Words they paint, and my canvas is full

From all the hurting painters out here just like you

Who paint me black, he’ll never love you

Through his day, he’s prolly never thinking of you

He’s a gangster, he’s gonna do what thugs do

Don’t ever trust him, he’ll never love you

He’s black, he’ll never love you

Through his day, he’s prolly never thinking of you

He’s a gangster, he’s gonna do what thugs do

Don’t ever trust him, he’ll never love you

It wouldn’t matter if I told you I loved you a thousand timed

It wouldn’t matter if I showed you I loved you with all of my life

You’ve made your mind up and now you mean it

All the things you said about me, didn’t think you believed them

Said you’re Raz, you’ll never love me

Through your days, you’re prolly never thinking of me

You’re a gangster, it can get ugly

I’ll never trust you, you could never trust me

You’re Raz, you’ll never love me

Through your days, you’re prolly never thinking of me

You’re a gangster, it can get ugly

I’ll never trust you, you could never trust me