ROY G. BIV

[Verse 1]

Was this freckle face nigga, Muggs, used to call Red

Roll tide soul, had auburn in his hair

Light brown skin, a family trait he didn't share

Used to try to make niggas use his real name instead

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Color theory (Uh)

Color theory

[Verse 2]

It's a whole lot of green

All kind of green in this bitch

I understand why it infatuate

You could be in limelights too, hmm

All you got to do is exaggerate

Smokin' on somethin' chartreuse

I guess a nigga tend to oversaturate with this hue

See, blue faces and jaded eyes

And olive branches, and blatant lies, you can get this too

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Color theory

[Verse 3]

What brush strokе did you get stuck in?

What kind of pallet you mixed up in?

What pеrspective did your shit upend? Hmm

Them black lights come out and we see that we all stained

Them pink slips come out and you can't have enough drive

They been pulling yellow cards on the squad all game

We just tryna kick it, Channel Orange got enough vibes

Can I be frank? Fuck the silver and blonde

Need these ebony flows out the white gaze and beyond

Ain't no more gray area though, that ain't the shade that we on

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Color theory