[Verse 1]
Bruh I’d make a stupid teacher (then why we listen)
His prejudice the stupid teacher (then why we listen)
He raises fools with the devils teaching
What God is truly beautiful it’s true healing
He blended color since we born in Eden
Got paid with ores yeah barely sketch
Yeah colored with Crayola (boi), only seeking two colors (boi), here we gotta protect the color !Prima!
Race, ethnicity, and heretics do your history see how they differ
Embrace the nuance before you spit your mess (catch yo breath)
Ignorance ain’t never bliss the ignorant don’t ever bless
They belittle and they butcher men
They mock the creator [?] melanin, one kin
Tribalism is a mother to many kids, many murder murder
But one Creator, many colors [?]
You mock em', make em' touch us
Fools talk much but who the really lovin'
Right, Right, Right
[Chorus]
Crayolaaaaa
He crafted every color boi (ola ola olaaaa)
Your paint box too simple boi (Christ beauty in his color) (olaaaa)
You paint with his image boi (ola ola olaaaaaa)
Beautiful hues in his body boi, bigger than ya culture boi
[Verse 2]
The broad strokes make us [?}
The church got the voice of God, speak it out
You put opinion over holy book (disappointed sigh)
Your echo chamber is your holy throne (disappointed sigh)
Your Red and Blue, Black and White that ain't God's terms
That's a dethrone, that's a dumb it down portrait of his kingdom come
That ain't our platform for culture wars, he cultures us
Our love is simple when it's God in us
Our love is simple when one blood, one faith, one body and every color tone
But I hate the simple crayon box
Decaying beauty in a paradox
Faith and fruit, they go hand in hand
Like speaking value for our neighbors kin
Or the racist sister system that devalues them
The gospel makes us new, it magnifies our hues
I hate, hate, hate, hate it when the color is oversimplified, mythified
The human value undermined
I hate it when the tribe gets villafied
Sumprimify one color magnified
But I love it when the tension put us up at the fireside
Melting in the fire, pure as gold on the Master's time
God's image will shine brighter
We are multicolor, displayed with Messiah
!Prima!
[Chorus]
Crayolaaaaa
He crafted every color boi (ola ola olaaaa)
Your paint box too simple boi (Christ beauty in his color) (olaaaa)
You paint with his image boi (ola ola olaaaaaa)
Beautiful hues in his body boi, bigger than ya culture boi
[Closing]
After this I saw a last cry too great to count
From every nation and tribe, people and language
Stand in front of the throne before the lamb
They were clothed in white robes and held palm branches in their hands
And they will shout what a great war
Salvation comes from our God, who sits on the throne, and from the Lamb
Bruh I’d make a stupid teacher (then why we listen)
His prejudice the stupid teacher (then why we listen)
He raises fools with the devils teaching
What God is truly beautiful it’s true healing
He blended color since we born in Eden
Got paid with ores yeah barely sketch
Yeah colored with Crayola (boi), only seeking two colors (boi), here we gotta protect the color !Prima!
Race, ethnicity, and heretics do your history see how they differ
Embrace the nuance before you spit your mess (catch yo breath)
Ignorance ain’t never bliss the ignorant don’t ever bless
They belittle and they butcher men
They mock the creator [?] melanin, one kin
Tribalism is a mother to many kids, many murder murder
But one Creator, many colors [?]
You mock em', make em' touch us
Fools talk much but who the really lovin'
Right, Right, Right
[Chorus]
Crayolaaaaa
He crafted every color boi (ola ola olaaaa)
Your paint box too simple boi (Christ beauty in his color) (olaaaa)
You paint with his image boi (ola ola olaaaaaa)
Beautiful hues in his body boi, bigger than ya culture boi
[Verse 2]
The broad strokes make us [?}
The church got the voice of God, speak it out
You put opinion over holy book (disappointed sigh)
Your echo chamber is your holy throne (disappointed sigh)
Your Red and Blue, Black and White that ain't God's terms
That's a dethrone, that's a dumb it down portrait of his kingdom come
That ain't our platform for culture wars, he cultures us
Our love is simple when it's God in us
Our love is simple when one blood, one faith, one body and every color tone
But I hate the simple crayon box
Decaying beauty in a paradox
Faith and fruit, they go hand in hand
Like speaking value for our neighbors kin
Or the racist sister system that devalues them
The gospel makes us new, it magnifies our hues
I hate, hate, hate, hate it when the color is oversimplified, mythified
The human value undermined
I hate it when the tribe gets villafied
Sumprimify one color magnified
But I love it when the tension put us up at the fireside
Melting in the fire, pure as gold on the Master's time
God's image will shine brighter
We are multicolor, displayed with Messiah
!Prima!
[Chorus]
Crayolaaaaa
He crafted every color boi (ola ola olaaaa)
Your paint box too simple boi (Christ beauty in his color) (olaaaa)
You paint with his image boi (ola ola olaaaaaa)
Beautiful hues in his body boi, bigger than ya culture boi
[Closing]
After this I saw a last cry too great to count
From every nation and tribe, people and language
Stand in front of the throne before the lamb
They were clothed in white robes and held palm branches in their hands
And they will shout what a great war
Salvation comes from our God, who sits on the throne, and from the Lamb
( Prisms )
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