Colours

[Intro: Knucks]

(SRB separation confirmed

Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds)

(Production)

Hey

[Verse 1: Knucks]

Babe, don't get me wrong, I've had a long tour

Wednesday, arrivederci, Thursday's bonjour

Heard they was tryna push their word on me to conform

Every night a trend dies, another one's born

I can never live my life, I'm tryna watch yours

Spyin' out the eyehole of the front door

Sometimes I reference older lessons I was once taught

Back then I reckon we were bredrins, now I'm unsure

Babe, don't get me wrong, I'm tryna keep this pushin'

But feel that forcin' on the door each time I squeeze my foot in

Didn't need a look-in, but I knew they see me cookin'

Now the chefs proudest dish earns itself an easy bookin'

Don't forget tips, chefs kiss, you longin' for it

She wanna connect lips and get her tongue in for it

I saw your text, but I left it till the other mornin'

If it ain't bread, then I'm sorry, babe, it's just unimportant

But don't get me wrong, I'm tryna vet these songs

True, those nights in the studio was where you met me from

Replies, whether long, always get responses

No lies on that front, that's what you said you wanted

Plenty times I pay the price of bein' honest

Could've swiped it, but I might just pay for it in dollars

Gotta get me right before I'm giftin' lovers

If I like it then I buy the shit in different colours

[Verse 2: Youngs Teflon]

If I like it, then I buy her shit in different colours

Yeah, that's my brother, we just got different mothers

You know Jimmy always creepin' under different covers (Uh)

Only got one heart, but I got different lovers

I'm out in Italy, they askin' how the wine taste

Tryin' out the latest Louis V with a fine babe (Uh)

Different price range

Po handled thirty by the fireplace

You can pay for food, but can't buy taste

I've been around the world twice, they still hangin' in the same spot

Where them bullets fall like raindrops

I'm gettin' on with it

No longer askin' God when the pain stops

I'm just gonna get off when the train stops

Twelve for the footwear

Had to kick her out the crib 'cah she bad ties, I had a good year

I'm flyin' straight, now I'm in good care

So try know I ain't walkin' in no house if there's buj there