Colors
Leave me on read, I'm seeing red
Blame my synesthesia
You say it's all in my head, I'll put one in his head
Deadass pop glocks just to keep ya
If I don't smoke, I'd be anorexic
Shit you never hear, leave you in shock, anaphylactic
And for the record I expect to hit the mainstream in a couple months
I miss my bank account, ain't checked up on my own sum
Just know it lacks enough to fill the gaps with stuff I don't even want
Oooh, but man, you ain't gotta tell em all that
I'm sinking fast like a crack baptism when I'm sad
Hard to follow like a bad nav system in your dash
Dealing with you, I oughta be an alcoholic
Lucky triple sevens like I hit the fuckin lotto, ugh
I don't give a fuck about a IVP
Fear everybody's eyeing me
I spend my life daydreaming cause I never leave no time for me
Ooh, look at that, irony, I proceed
Crushed like fallen leaves
Flow sound like I'm falling down the stairs
Sing a song decrying tyranny and forget the point entirely
Anything I can do to get some stares
I don't know what I want
I don't know what I'm on
But I wanna kick it, big house, new car
I want that North Hills crib
With a pool and shit
Bound to blow like a loaded gun
Crazy like a schizophrenic fit
Mama must have fucked the sun, look at the flames I spit
And oh, just wanted you to see
I'm not one to take shit lightly
And oh, wanted you to know
I got that multicolored glow
And I never know, never know, never know, never know what I want
And we never know, never know, never know, never know what we want
Oh, just wanted you to see
I'm not one to take shit lightly
Cause I take shit and I
Take shit, and I take shit, and I take shit
I ain't scared of nobody, I'll chop you up and hide the body
I love every bitch with thick hips
So I put a chopper on mine, and now I'm thick
I make the clip hit no witness
Disrespect get G-checked with a glock down his throat like
Little skinny bitch boy, shut the fuck up, be soylent
Motherfucker, I keep more carts than a Wal-mart
Imma stomp the gas and lose traction
Kick your fucking face in for the viral reaction
You're expendable to me, I don't wallow in shit
So I'm in my all black Bimmer on my following shit
Spit on your body after I hit you on a fuckin lick boy
I'm that fucking sick boy
This ain't no soft shelled, we fucking calcium-enriched, boy
Tell me, would you die for me
Back up all these lies for me
Put it all on the fuckin line for me
Would you take somebody's life for me
Kick it, so high, we soaring
Fall down so hard it's like the rain that's pouring
Living with me, I oughta be an alcoholic
Lucky triple sevens think I hit the fucking lotto
And oh, just wanted you to see
I'm not one to take shit lightly
And oh, wanted you to know
I got that multicolored glow
And I never know, never know, never know, never know what I want
And we never know, never know, never know, never know what we want
Oh, just wanted you to see
I'm not one to take shit lightly
Blame my synesthesia
You say it's all in my head, I'll put one in his head
Deadass pop glocks just to keep ya
If I don't smoke, I'd be anorexic
Shit you never hear, leave you in shock, anaphylactic
And for the record I expect to hit the mainstream in a couple months
I miss my bank account, ain't checked up on my own sum
Just know it lacks enough to fill the gaps with stuff I don't even want
Oooh, but man, you ain't gotta tell em all that
I'm sinking fast like a crack baptism when I'm sad
Hard to follow like a bad nav system in your dash
Dealing with you, I oughta be an alcoholic
Lucky triple sevens like I hit the fuckin lotto, ugh
I don't give a fuck about a IVP
Fear everybody's eyeing me
I spend my life daydreaming cause I never leave no time for me
Ooh, look at that, irony, I proceed
Crushed like fallen leaves
Flow sound like I'm falling down the stairs
Sing a song decrying tyranny and forget the point entirely
Anything I can do to get some stares
I don't know what I want
I don't know what I'm on
But I wanna kick it, big house, new car
I want that North Hills crib
With a pool and shit
Bound to blow like a loaded gun
Crazy like a schizophrenic fit
Mama must have fucked the sun, look at the flames I spit
And oh, just wanted you to see
I'm not one to take shit lightly
And oh, wanted you to know
I got that multicolored glow
And I never know, never know, never know, never know what I want
And we never know, never know, never know, never know what we want
Oh, just wanted you to see
I'm not one to take shit lightly
Cause I take shit and I
Take shit, and I take shit, and I take shit
I ain't scared of nobody, I'll chop you up and hide the body
I love every bitch with thick hips
So I put a chopper on mine, and now I'm thick
I make the clip hit no witness
Disrespect get G-checked with a glock down his throat like
Little skinny bitch boy, shut the fuck up, be soylent
Motherfucker, I keep more carts than a Wal-mart
Imma stomp the gas and lose traction
Kick your fucking face in for the viral reaction
You're expendable to me, I don't wallow in shit
So I'm in my all black Bimmer on my following shit
Spit on your body after I hit you on a fuckin lick boy
I'm that fucking sick boy
This ain't no soft shelled, we fucking calcium-enriched, boy
Tell me, would you die for me
Back up all these lies for me
Put it all on the fuckin line for me
Would you take somebody's life for me
Kick it, so high, we soaring
Fall down so hard it's like the rain that's pouring
Living with me, I oughta be an alcoholic
Lucky triple sevens think I hit the fucking lotto
And oh, just wanted you to see
I'm not one to take shit lightly
And oh, wanted you to know
I got that multicolored glow
And I never know, never know, never know, never know what I want
And we never know, never know, never know, never know what we want
Oh, just wanted you to see
I'm not one to take shit lightly
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Writer(s): Jacob Collins
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