True Colors
I ain't got too much to say, this is how I feel
All that shit that you did to me its cool I expected the less
I expected more out of you, The more that I try, the more I get less
I thank the lord cause he giving me signs
I know because I am blessed (too blessed)
She went and broke my heart
I guess that is cool, but I am not stressed (not stressed)
Uh, Uh She went and switched on me
All the shit that we've been through
I can't believe you would switched on me
I was down for you, what did I do
I can't believe you would switch on me (why you switch)
I gave you love in the end (gave it all)
I thought you was my best friend (I thought)
It's sad it had to end this way
I was real to you
I was there for you when nobody had your back
I swear I was there for you
All the complications when you didn't even call me back
I swear I was there for you (I kept calling)
I guess it goes to show
Your true colors came to show
Your true colors came to show
All this shit that I said to you
But trust me, that shit wasn't wrong (that shit wasn't wrong)
I used to be hurt and shit
But fuck it, I gotta move strong (I gotta move strong)
Was it real or fake
So tell me so I can move on
Fuck it, I gotta move on
All that shit that you did to me its cool I expected the less
I expected more out of you, The more that I try, the more I get less
I thank the lord cause he giving me signs
I know because I am blessed
She went and broke my heart
I guess that is cool, but I am not stressed
Damn, these niggas be hatin
Like what are you doing, my nigga
You don't understand what I'm takin
I'm talkin' bout bands, huh
I get to it fast, huh
All you niggas talkin' shit, huh
Y'all ain't even got a bag, huh
And it's fuck all these hoes, huh
All you hoes just fans, huh
I'm just tryna get the bands, huh
Wakin' up every day, goddamn
I'm really feelin' like the man, huh
Got a Glock in my hand, huh
I don't really give a fuck send a text to the bitch, then I ran huh
Told the bitch she a fan
Stop callin' my phone, you a fan
All that lame shit that you doin
It's gon' catch up in the end
I'm movin' by myself
I don't even need no friend
Find out she was toxic And she messy, not again
All that shit that you did to me its cool I expected the less
I expected more out of you, The more that I try, the more I get less
I thank the lord cause he giving me signs
I know because I am blessed
She went and broke my heart
I guess that is cool, but I am not stressed
All that shit that you did to me its cool I expected the less
I expected more out of you, The more that I try, the more I get less
I thank the lord cause he giving me signs
I know because I am blessed (too blessed)
She went and broke my heart
I guess that is cool, but I am not stressed (not stressed)
Uh, Uh She went and switched on me
All the shit that we've been through
I can't believe you would switched on me
I was down for you, what did I do
I can't believe you would switch on me (why you switch)
I gave you love in the end (gave it all)
I thought you was my best friend (I thought)
It's sad it had to end this way
I was real to you
I was there for you when nobody had your back
I swear I was there for you
All the complications when you didn't even call me back
I swear I was there for you (I kept calling)
I guess it goes to show
Your true colors came to show
Your true colors came to show
All this shit that I said to you
But trust me, that shit wasn't wrong (that shit wasn't wrong)
I used to be hurt and shit
But fuck it, I gotta move strong (I gotta move strong)
Was it real or fake
So tell me so I can move on
Fuck it, I gotta move on
All that shit that you did to me its cool I expected the less
I expected more out of you, The more that I try, the more I get less
I thank the lord cause he giving me signs
I know because I am blessed
She went and broke my heart
I guess that is cool, but I am not stressed
Damn, these niggas be hatin
Like what are you doing, my nigga
You don't understand what I'm takin
I'm talkin' bout bands, huh
I get to it fast, huh
All you niggas talkin' shit, huh
Y'all ain't even got a bag, huh
And it's fuck all these hoes, huh
All you hoes just fans, huh
I'm just tryna get the bands, huh
Wakin' up every day, goddamn
I'm really feelin' like the man, huh
Got a Glock in my hand, huh
I don't really give a fuck send a text to the bitch, then I ran huh
Told the bitch she a fan
Stop callin' my phone, you a fan
All that lame shit that you doin
It's gon' catch up in the end
I'm movin' by myself
I don't even need no friend
Find out she was toxic And she messy, not again
All that shit that you did to me its cool I expected the less
I expected more out of you, The more that I try, the more I get less
I thank the lord cause he giving me signs
I know because I am blessed
She went and broke my heart
I guess that is cool, but I am not stressed
Credits
Writer(s): Jamar Deshawn Guyton
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