Colours (feat. Ghetts & D Double E)

Colours

So much colour

Yeah

Sitting in my hotel room and this shroom's got me seeing so many colours

I'm cool like the other side of the pillow

But the flow's cold like when you first get under the covers

I love when she offers to pay

Even though she knows I'm gonna say, "Nah, I got that covered"

Sometimes have a drink with a man

Watch him get frass and show true colours

Meet your fate in no time

I give praise to the Most High

I came through with my own vibe

I been here from the get-go

I stayed real for the whole time

Lead role in my movie

Just know I ain't acting

So don't act like you don't know

Frisco, I'm a black king

Fist in the air, came through trampling

Wakanda forever

Smoke my ganja whenever

Greatness, that's my endeavour

Not for the clout, tryna get my peoples out

So how could I fold under pressure?

I am the truth

Them man think that they're hard

Couldn't walk a yard

Much less a mile in my shoe

I'd rather stay in my yard

If I can't shine with my crew, true

Colours (Oh yeah)

So much colour

Life used to be grey, now I live life in colour

I'm a Air Max man, yeah, I got all of the colours

Bad B's, all kinda shapes and sizes

Fam, we don't care about colour

Colours (Oh yeah)

So much colour

Life used to be grey, now I live life in colour

I'm a Air Max man, yeah, I got all of the colours

Bad B's, all kinda shapes and sizes

Fam, we don't care about colour

How can they call man coloured, when I'm so transparent?

What's wrong with some of you bruddas? I'm so embarrassed

How could you come from where I come from knowing I'm from there and not feel empowered?

Some man wake up and talk shit and ain't brushed their teeth, bath or showered

Let me show them how to harness powers

Look what I've done in the last six hours

Man bury the past and casket cowards

Man's got **** man can't bring shows

Man ah got gyal, man can't bring flowers

Man's got **** still doing up road

Them type ah man you can't tell them 'allow it'

Man ah got gyal man can't bring home

Black boy, white back bone

Lactose intolerant, hat low

Nothing but pinkies in my bankroll

Rambo, bando and trap phone

Know mine came from a next angle

Spin an emcee, BMX handles

Told that gyal I don't like her toes

Why would she come here in them?

Colours, guess what, we don't care about colour

Cah whatever the colour, you're still my sister

Whatever the colour you're still my brudda

Love yourself and love one another

Biddibopbop, it's like they don't like their colour

Man are bleaching skin to get that colour

Gyal are tanning their skin to get that colour

In the bando, them man ah got them colours

White, green, them man a got brown

All of the youngers are shottin' it down

Dressed in black when the beef goes down

Buss the red light, lick man down

Like a black taxi, beef's always around

Strictly gold not silver

I come up in a rash if I wear that (Itchin')

I let them man wear that

Colours

So much colour

Life used to be grey, now I live life in colour

I'm a Air Max man, yeah, I got all of the colours

Bad B's, all kinda shapes and sizes

Fam, we don't care about colour

Colours

So much colour

Life used to be grey, now I live life in colour

I'm a Air Max man, yeah, I got all of the colours

Bad B's, all kinda shapes and sizes

Fam, we don't care about colour

Colours

So much colour