Colour Blind Lyrics

Take a picture of the present

And I'll show you what is real

You ain't ready for this

This might bring the devil, it's surreal

Take a second, take a minute

Take the time you need to feel

It won't help your consciousness

From wandering, but do believe

That picture you envisioned

Is a fraction of the truth

When the photographer switches

Ain't it one more Photo Booth?

If you real and he's a phony what is the ideal

Bitches live a lie and die a lie

Just different photo reels

Ain't no preacher but I'v taken a few beatings on my back

That's enough to make a pussy curl

And throw up and get cracked

Got some scars on me

Ain't nothing to prove to all you fucks

Bitch them hard truths to comprehend

You only get it once

Here's a story for them Maccas bitches,

Turn it slightly up

Little Jack went to a proper school

In Ocean Boulevard

Little Jack thought he was normal

Like the teacher at his class

Til' his Teacher told him

That he's Colour Blind as fuck

Pissed off Jack was in a new dimension

Holy what the fuck

He kept thinking to himself

That it was real but it is not

Til' he figured out that he was

Just another shutterbug

So he flipped the Uno-Reverse

To the teacher like what's up

Pissed off Teacher's in a new dimension

Holy what the fuck

She kept thinking to herself

That it was real but it is not

Took a second to reflect on

What is considered the facts

Hallelujah Maccas bitches

Hope you all fucking wake up