True Colors

Feel like Johnny from the fake man

Man I feel like Bobby he a bake man

I knock on the door he was caged in

Can tell he a bitch from my 8th sense

And I thought we was twins, locked in

But you showed yo true colors when locked up

Ima keep it a buck, don't give a fuck

And I step on these niggas like jigga does

Ice on my neck, a honey bun.

She want to fuck, but she ain't the one.

I'm a light year away, but I'm close to just buzz.

Even when I'm gone , hope these lyrics can just keep you close