up my mind I can't tell the colors That will fit this room I can't tell a thing about you make up my mind I can't seem to make up my mind Are you laughing
I spill things from stirring 'em too quickly I'm far too loud It's like as soon as I've got an opinion It just has to come out I laugh at stupid things
all how I can ride 1, 2, 3, close your eyes and count to four I'm gonna hide behind my bedroom door Crayons on walls, I'll color on them all Right until
colors shining through I see your true colors and that's why I love you so don't be afraid to let them show your true colors true colors see your true colors
alone Call me up on the telephone and I'll say "Come on 'round, kick up your feet I'll check to see if your heart still beats, you can stay" I heard her laugh
on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to Texas Yep I'm on there throwing up my set shit Spinnas with the color trim ho's breathless
they messing with your mind Black maybe???? [Common Talking] When we talk about black maybe We talk about situations Of people of color and because you are that color
did what I want to The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of funk Then you saw caps 'cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps So color me bad, plus color me
it again Sir Too $hort won't even stop don't stop I'm here to stay cuz I'm so cold Riding round town dripped in fold I'm the laughing man laughing all
it again Sir Too $hort won't even stop don't stop I'm here to stay 'cause I'm so cold Riding round town dripped in fold I'm the laughing man laughing
tonight Mamacita, so nice to meet ya You drunk off that rum, you shouldn't drive tonight Give me the key to that Beamer She looked at me and laughed
But that was a good one, hardy ar Lambo Gallardi car, gettin? my last laugh Ha ha ha ha ha, you *** make me laugh Come on if it don't make me math I
laughed the rain down Slow burn on the lawn Ghosts across the downtown Swallowed up the storm Sometimes I, I feel like a fist Sometimes I am the color
We laughed the rain down Slow burn on the lawn Ghosts across the delta Swallowed up the storm Sometimes I feel like a fist Sometimes I am the color
to go You can call me nice or you can call me CEO 'cause if you dis I'll be quick to dismiss ya Put you in the mailroom where I won't even miss ya The color
her skull again, push a b-tch out the aston until I get the f-ck outta dodge Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors?, color books that ain't colored
my man Howard and butter would go to the mall with 'em All over our necks like we're showin 'em off not knowin' at all We was bein' laughed at you ain