Beige
Yeah
Yeah
I said, "Babe, tell me how you feeling today"
She said, "Beige"
I said, "Babe, tell me how you feeling today"
She said, "Beige"
Look, I said, "Babe, tell me how you feeling today"
She said, "Beige"
I'm just tryna get in your brain
Feels never enough, yet always too much
That's beige
That's beige
Yeah l I remember back
When yes was yes and no was no
And red was red and blue was blue
And two plus two was four
Now it's X and Ys and hella variables
And exes asking why they cannot get with you no mo'
And now I'm killing records
Make a living off the dead just like a funeral home
But I remember I was in a threesome
With my bills and all my student loans
Hooked up to the four on Roman numeral my soul
Was dripping slowly out the cubicle
Roll a
Blunt for me
Bad bitch never take one from me
I, fucked up
I, came back for loving
Back for loving
Double my dividends (Ah, ah)
Just a lil, just a lil beige
Just a lil beige
Feel never enough, yet always too much
That's beige, that's beige
If your heart is where my home at
Baby girl, I'm a nomad
You keep on moving ways, move away
You afraid to let me past the doormat
In the past you been treated like a doormat
Aww you can stay, you can stay
Got your mind in a haze
Roll a
Blunt for me
Bad bitch never take one from me
I, fucked up
I, came back for loving
Back for loving
Double my dividends (Ah, ah)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Ah, oh yeah, ooh
Ah-ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha, hoo, hoo, ooh
Oh, ooh, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah
I said, "Babe, tell me how you feeling today"
She said, "Beige"
I said, "Babe, tell me how you feeling today"
She said, "Beige"
Look, I said, "Babe, tell me how you feeling today"
She said, "Beige"
I'm just tryna get in your brain
Feels never enough, yet always too much
That's beige
That's beige
Yeah l I remember back
When yes was yes and no was no
And red was red and blue was blue
And two plus two was four
Now it's X and Ys and hella variables
And exes asking why they cannot get with you no mo'
And now I'm killing records
Make a living off the dead just like a funeral home
But I remember I was in a threesome
With my bills and all my student loans
Hooked up to the four on Roman numeral my soul
Was dripping slowly out the cubicle
Roll a
Blunt for me
Bad bitch never take one from me
I, fucked up
I, came back for loving
Back for loving
Double my dividends (Ah, ah)
Just a lil, just a lil beige
Just a lil beige
Feel never enough, yet always too much
That's beige, that's beige
If your heart is where my home at
Baby girl, I'm a nomad
You keep on moving ways, move away
You afraid to let me past the doormat
In the past you been treated like a doormat
Aww you can stay, you can stay
Got your mind in a haze
Roll a
Blunt for me
Bad bitch never take one from me
I, fucked up
I, came back for loving
Back for loving
Double my dividends (Ah, ah)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Ah, oh yeah, ooh
Ah-ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha, hoo, hoo, ooh
Oh, ooh, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Oluwatobi Ajibolade, Harrison Robinson
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