Mood so elevated
They’re asking me what I’m on
As if happiness isn’t real
As if it’s just a con
And if its a con then call me an artist
Paint me yellow like the sun
or blue like the sky I lay upon
Or you can paint me for who I am
Colors of the rainbow displayed on the palms of my hands
Yet you turn them away because you don’t understand
That this type of love is God given
and despite the fact that you say that I’m sinning
Please understand that I just love my women.
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