Colors (feat. Quizzy B)

You want everything, and I want everyone
And I don't really care which side your father's really from
Cuz you wanna sign a deal, and I still think it's dumb
To sell my soul away, dimension level thirty one
Lose focus when we feel, I think it's time to run
Drop hollow out the sun, switch lane, pray heart don't come undone
Cuz you want something real, and I want something numb
My speakers speaking tongue, no love, I re-up with a

Hold up, I need to know
How many ounces can your body close
Hold up, I need to know
How many doses can your clip unload
Hold up, I need to know
How many colors can your vision hold
Hold up, I need to know
How many levels can you stoop below

Look at the signs
Guzzling sip on that cup of experience, take a sip
I seen color point it out, visualize it, then I smear it in
Sixty seconds for a minute man
Ten thousand hours for a gentleman
Throw stones and sink low
Your whole soul gets repo'd
Let's take it away
Like these games you be playin, cuz these hoes be cheat codes
You wish for it like Skee-Lo
Forget you like CeeLo
I want the illusion
You want the perspective
You want the delusion
You want the rejection
False perception, hurt and pretentious I can not mend it
The damage is wicked, I don't recommend it
Trust is trash, and hope is suspended
The outcome is pending, uh
You want something frail
I need concrete and a plant of foundation
You want to run around in a small world
But my sound field is too spacious

Hold up, I need to know
How many ounces can your body close
Hold up, I need to know
How many doses can your clip unload
Hold up, I need to know
How many colors can your vision hold
Hold up, I need to know
How many levels can you stoop below



Credits
Writer(s): Quizelah Bulgin
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