"Paint the Town Red" Released April 19, 2005
-Written by: T. Welbeck; Instrumentation Written and Arranged by A. Culver-
Biblical references: Nehemiah 8:10, Psalm 22:27, 34:1-3, 37:23-25, 66:1-4, 95:1-3, 96:1-7, 98:1, 100:1-5, 103:1-2, 20-22, 104:1 105:2, 106:1, 111:1, 113:1-4, 145:1-3, 150:6, Lamentations 3:22-23, Habakkuk 2:4, Romans 5:3-4, 8:28, II Corinthians 1:4, 4:7-12, Philippians 4:11-12, I Thessalonians 5:16, II Timothy 2:12, James 1:2-4, I Peter 1:6-7
Verse 1
I ate nothing for breakfast, nothing for dessert/I’m hungry with no money, about to go berserk/It’s gotten to the point people are asking am I fasting/And I tell them, “There’s no food in the kitchen cabinet”/Last I checked I had some Raman and some aspirin/And my roommate, he ate half of the Raman package/I’m feeling sick, I’m minutes from collapsing/Because my health took a leave of absence/I’d better if I wasn’t failing half of my classes/I’m older than my grade and I keep getting “Fantastics”/And I still feel like hurling, I broke up with my girlfriend/My computer was acting dumb, but not it’s not working/My car’s has got mind of its own, its hard to maneuver/I got in three accidents, so now I’m a MARTA commuter/It’s days like this when I wonder, why do I even bother/A guy wants change I say, “No”/He screams and hollers, but I’m so broke he should give me a dollar
Hook
My phone is off, the rent’s not paid/The light bill is late, but I still got this praise/I’m feeling sick today, I don’t like my grades/The lost my financial aid, but I still got this praise (repeat)
Verse 2
I know we’ll see more trouble the more that we live/But on the real Lord, you want me to glory in this/I’ve got so-called friends destroying me with, lies and deception/And I’m implored to forgive/And either cops love me, or they target Christians/How else can you explain how hard they tempt them/On my way to pay a ticket I get a parking ticket/I come back a week later and my car is missing/It looks like it was towed, but it really makes no difference/When I just spent all my money paying parking tickets/I get pulled over again and grab license/When this cop sprays my face with his salvia/Yelling he doesn’t think I’m the best of drivers/Leaving me to figure out what in the world have I done/I’m angry to say the least, trying to forget about this jerk/Bu I’m only thinking I had nothing for breakfast, nothing for dessert/And I’m hungry
Hook
My phone is off, the rent’s not paid/The light bill is late, but I still got this praise/I’m feeling sick today, I don’t like my grades/The lost my financial aid, but I still got this praise (repeat 2x)
Verse 3
I told y’all my phone was off/The rent ain’t paid, but nothing in the world is ever going to hinder this praise/Pin up this praise, I’m still going to send up this praise/I’m giving glory to God for the end of my days/So when the storm comes, I just grab my galoshes/I’m praising in the rain saying how good my God is/But people laugh, and say that we’re a godly clan/ And that our praise looks like a preschool potty dance/But if they knew of His love, and His grace dispensation/They’d join the bandwagon of these men that’s praising/With their tambourines and stamping feet/They’d lift up His name and do all they can to sing/They’d lift up His name, and you too would lift up His name
Hook
My phone is off, the rent’s not paid/The light bill is late, but I still got this praise/I’m feeling sick today, I don’t like my grades/The lost my financial aid, but I still got this praise (repeat)
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© 2005
