Colors Lyrics

Losing all your colors

You're fake

Yeah how you do me like that

Stab me in the back

And then I caught you running right back

I'm better off alone

I think I'm on the right track

Said I'm on my way

And I ain't trying to get this sidetracked

And they know I'm him

I'm the one

There could never be no other damn

How you turn your back

And try and call yourself my brother, man

Don't hit me on my phone

Just go and give my number back

I been in the sky

And I know that you been way under that

Just go and keep your distance

You know that I won't listen

You been lying, just admit it

I can't expect it to be different now

I know that it's just business

Went and made all these decisions now

Tell me how this shit been workin out

And you ain't even worth it now

I hope you been hurtin

How you think that I deserve this

I can't stand it, I been burnin out

My heart inside a furnace

I been dealin with these curses now

I really think I've earned this crown

Ain't no friend, I know you feaux

Fake like all the rest I know

Now your palettes start to show

Know your diamonds all CZ

Yeah your tones, I see them lack

Yeah your golds been runnin green

All your shades are turnin black

Losing all your colors

You're fake

Yeah how you do me like that

Stab me in the back

And then I caught you running right back

I'm better off alone

I think I'm on the right track

Said I'm on my way

And I ain't trying to get this sidetracked

And they know I'm him

I'm the one

There could never be no other damn

How you turn your back

And try and call yourself my brother, man

Don't hit me on my phone

Just go and give my number back

I been in the sky

And I know that you been way under that

You ain't in my lane

Get up out my way

I ain't got no time

Playin all these games

I don't go that pace

Guess it never changed

Ain't no saving face

Guess you gotta take that

And run with it

I'm tired, I been done with it

You fake and I can't fuck with it

Above the bar, you under it

Been waiting with your hands out

No I ain't got nun to give

Your colors show, your rag was tucked

What you been sayin ain't addin up

Losing all your colors

You're fake

Yeah how you do me like that

Stab me in the back

And then I caught you runnin right back

I'm better off alone

I think I'm on the right track

Said I'm on my way

And I ain't trying to get this sidetracked