[Intro]
Certainly glad we could have you back with us today. I thought maybe today, we'd do a little bit of a rap scene. So let's go ahead and have 'em run all the colors and all the bars so that you can paint and rap along with us. Now for this one, hoo hoo you're probably gonna wanna put your winter coat on 'cause these bars are gon' get really cold

[Hook]
My haters they mad at me
Mad at my style and they mad at my salary
I'll take it as flattery
They stay throwing shade but my shade come from happy trees

My haters they mad at me
I'm counting paper and they counting calories
I dab on them like I have to sneeze
Maybe it's allergies 'cause of these happy trees

[Verse 1]
(Just beat the devil out of it)
The joy of painting is tight
I came alive when Bob came in my life
He easel my pain when I'm anxious at night
I feel like I snorted a line of titanium white
Playing with the man right now
Canvas so wet that it can't dry down
If ASMR is the plan right now, you know me
I'm down like Van Dyke Brown
Afro game on point
Gift to the women
Q-Tip perm earn him bills in the millions
And in case you didn't remember
Your dad put the son in alizarin crimson
Never knew a man so happy and mellow
Public access never had such a fellow
He make me wanna bask in a meadow
He had me at hello and cadmium yellow
I don't know what to do
It is so tough to choose
Tell me which colors to pick, there are multitudes
He said it's up to you, son, but the perfect hue
For that seascape is some pthalo and prussian blue
Tell me what y'all pretenders know about
Sap green mixed with dark sienna
I was taught to mix it by my father figure
I paint like Bob Ross and you paint like Bob the Builder
2-inch brush, load it with color
Pre-stretched, double primed
Word to your mother
Michael-afro with a squirrel on his shoulder
Paint midnight black winter scene when it's colder
He da best painter for sure
Better known for his grace and his warmth
I think it's great that he wore the same shirt every day like he Beto O'Rourke
[Hook]
My haters they mad at me
Mad at my style and they mad at my salary
I take it as flattery
The stay throwing shade but my shade come from happy trees

My haters they mad at me
I'm counting paper and they counting calories
I dab on them like I have to sneeze
Maybe it's allergies 'cause of these happy trees