True Colors Lyrics

Demons make me want to pick my weed up

Shorty make me want to put the weed down

She say I should chill out like my feet up

But I can't do that shit I put my

Feet down until my feet turn red

I'm a star but I ain't yellow

I been blowing hella green

Trying to get my blues together

Maybe we should get these blues together

Baby just stay true forever

Like oh

Until they come up with a newer letter

Got a problem I'm a solve it, get the clues together

That's why my weed be feeling like it's fucking glued together

Coogi sweater flow, yep, trying to do it big

I ain't trying to do a bid

Middle finger to a pig

First it's "Welcome home Rocky"

Then it's "Free my nigga Slim"

R.I.P. my nigga Chris

Told shorty that's why I need you to give me kiss

Told shorty this cold world making me sick

Told shorty this old girl fucked with my head

Told shorty that's why I need you to give me head

Told shorty my pops died on my motherfucking prom night

And I already told you what's going on with my mom right

So you could just imagine what my mind's like right now

That's why I need that bomb right now to get my mind right

And I'ma get high

Demons make me want to pick my weed up

Shorty make me want to put the weed down

She say I should chill out like my feet up

But I can't do that shit I put my

Feet down until my feet turn red

I'm a star but I ain't yellow

I been blowing hella green

Trying to get my blues together

Maybe we could get these blues together

Baby just stay true forever

Because these demons make me want to pick my weed up

Shorty make me want to put the weed down

She say I should chill out like my feet up

But I can't do that shit, I got the

I got the motherfucking blues

And the only thing could solve them is you

I got the motherfucking blues

And the only thing could solve them

I ain't never had an anniversary

But maybe you could be the first for me

Let me know if you not that type

If your fucking bar-code ain't got that stripe

And it's over for you quick if I cop that vibe

It's getting chilly in my heart like the block at night

Issues with abandonment, you got that right

Asking where my parent went's a long ass night, look

Mom's still with me coming back from a stroke

It's hard to kick a habit, I know

So can you love me even when I don't

Because I found you right after I lost hope

Venting because this rap shit is how I cope

Like it don't matter who I lose, long as I got flows

Even lost some angels but I got those

I got demons and I got ghosts

Just like the old me

And one day we all going to be

Born alone, die alone, never lonely

But stick around girl because I fuck with you and that's on me

Is we really living if we all dead?

Is we really loving if we all scared?

Rest in peace to Bobby with the blue hair

Rest in peace to Bobby with the bald head