The Painter
By: Mother Nang
Duration
6:05
Genres
Description
A push/pull call/response groove that invites you to sit and listen for a spell.
Lyrics
Painter She got some second hand brushes Mixes and matches her oils She speaks the language of color boy So much that you’ll never know She uses sheets for her canvass Her strokes are sweet and they’re slow She never lets a single drop hit the floor They say that genius is so She doesn’t want the praise of you people She doesn’t need pay cause it comes from the soul She doesn’t care bout the judgment of others Making her art is what’s making her whole She keeps her work in the closet At least a hundred or so She never shows them to nobody Don’t let it get you too low She doesn’t want the praise of you people She doesn’t need pay cause it comes from the soul She doesn’t care bout the judgment of others Making her art is what’s making her whole I guess it could make you wonder How I could know this to be You’ve never seen all of her masterpieces But she showed them to me She doesn’t want the praise of you people She doesn’t need pay cause it comes from the soul She doesn’t care bout the judgment of others Making her art is what’s making her whole She’s a painter It’s a good thing She’s a painter
