Krylon

Dark grey at the bottom of the wall

Light brown in the background

Twenty stories tall

Blue and orange for the welcoming

Letters on the draw

Need another can of brown

And a yellow for the star

Use that for the awning

Save some for the morning

Put it above the buildings

But shade it to show the dawning

White tee corners with blue and whites upon 'em

Brown paper stash in grey sewers support 'em

Purple tops is down

Purple pouches are crown

Black leather Bibles, gold robes and gowns

Green and white dice games

Charcoal calibers

Silver hops out and burgundy the parameter

Running through burgundy cans

I can't keep one

Try painting that high up

But I can't see none

Red and black J-O's

Hands on the payroll

Stephen Strasburg your curve

Let a base load

Navy blue rent-a-car

Trunk pop, lift it off

Black duffle bag

White K's, clear signatures

Huh, marathons when the signals drawn

Green Newport boxes could make a finger tug

No innocence turns to more innocence

Paint it yay high

And see if it grows into it

Still trying to find the colors of how the growth looks

Black and white marble color notebooks

My graffiti-

Something like FADE, something like DAZE

Something like IZ, something like SLAY

Something like SEEN, something like Quiñones

Colors everywhere when I throw this

See that?

Krylon heavy, I'm heavy on them cans

Krylon heavy, I'm heavy on them cans

I be Krylon heavy, I'm heavy on them cans

Krylon heavy, I'm heavy on them cans

Eggshell for the door that she led him to

Gold for the bracelet he wore that helped get him

through

Green eyes got her using every trick she ever knew

Locked on whatever, like whatever he should ever do

Shit is all worth it, driven off a purpose

Dark blue for the Dereons that she curved in

Purple sidekick, fly bitch on her home screen

Tanned Gucci bag off of everything a blow be

Fifty for the wop, a hundred for the walls

Saying fifty's a lot, but her tongue is like an

applause

And money right from the door knew what it was gon be

She hit him with what it'd cost

He hit her with all he need

Black for the Mag box, tickling her stash spot

Grinning off the image, said the pussy like a padlock

Beige for the unroll

Shorty told him pump slow and she could take it from

there

Sweet dreams, drumroll

Duke said "nah," and started spazzing in her hips

Hands on her throat, went savage off the rip

Red for the way the room looked when her eyes closed

Screaming that rape shit from behind a blindfold

See no evil and hear no evil

Can't walk unless your sure of where the stairs gon

lead you

Looking for a color that could help those jogs

Like a green and white metrocard

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