Colors We Made
TV on the dresser, running toons and self reflection
It feels colder with the cotton in my bed
Wrapped in recollection, flashes hit me with a vengeance but
We're barred, we're banned, we're sanctioned from the dead
Summer's easier to sum up
Winter's here to slow down
Everything we did
Spring time's here, and I got free time
We can find what we like
Biking with no hands
Mm, the colors we made
Colors we made
Colors we made
Colors we made at the school yard
Back in 2005
Now the point we're at
Point were at
Point were at
Don't you know it's your fault
That you're dragging your brothers down?
Summer days, sweating, biking through the neighborhood
We could do this till the sun down
Make it home before the lamp post
Now we supposed to be some grown-ups
Can't help but think about the good times
Even if that's really right now
Ain't no pressure in the past life
Feeling some peach fuzz, I think that I'm growing
Put down the backwoods so I don't lose focus
Now I just wanna find my place inside this only life
Momma said, "Keep writing, boy, don't worry, you'll be fine"
It's been a long time coming
I cannot take no more
I'm done waiting on the world to give me what I want
It's been a long time coming
I cannot take no more
I'm done waiting on the world to give me what I want
Mm, the colors we made
Colors we made
Colors we made
Colors we made at the school yard
Back in 2005 (back in 2005)
Now the point we're at
Point we're at
Point we're at
Don't you know it's your fault
That you're dragging your brothers down?
It feels colder with the cotton in my bed
Wrapped in recollection, flashes hit me with a vengeance but
We're barred, we're banned, we're sanctioned from the dead
Summer's easier to sum up
Winter's here to slow down
Everything we did
Spring time's here, and I got free time
We can find what we like
Biking with no hands
Mm, the colors we made
Colors we made
Colors we made
Colors we made at the school yard
Back in 2005
Now the point we're at
Point were at
Point were at
Don't you know it's your fault
That you're dragging your brothers down?
Summer days, sweating, biking through the neighborhood
We could do this till the sun down
Make it home before the lamp post
Now we supposed to be some grown-ups
Can't help but think about the good times
Even if that's really right now
Ain't no pressure in the past life
Feeling some peach fuzz, I think that I'm growing
Put down the backwoods so I don't lose focus
Now I just wanna find my place inside this only life
Momma said, "Keep writing, boy, don't worry, you'll be fine"
It's been a long time coming
I cannot take no more
I'm done waiting on the world to give me what I want
It's been a long time coming
I cannot take no more
I'm done waiting on the world to give me what I want
Mm, the colors we made
Colors we made
Colors we made
Colors we made at the school yard
Back in 2005 (back in 2005)
Now the point we're at
Point we're at
Point we're at
Don't you know it's your fault
That you're dragging your brothers down?
Credits
Writer(s): Myles Jelani Anderson
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