Colours

Lyrics

[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