Blue Yellow Green Pink White

(专辑： The Imperfect Storm - 2020)

Look, haha
Yeah

Blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four at the same time

Gripping on the back road, I been getting distant
I be getting hot, cold, still be getting bitches
Look at my ambition, through all my transgression
Tomato or tomato, man, I'm still playing (Turn it up)
Yeah, catching a story, not a special
Used to pop a yellow bus and I was on the metro
Flexing, if you know, you know, you know the reference
When you get to floating you don't know what is impressive
My homies still struggle, my other homie loving
And one of them a product of a mother who a junkie
The other one making seven figures, doing nothin
He gon' pull up on me, say "Turn it up"

Look, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four at the same time

I be saying anything, don't be thinking twice
I prolly traumatize every woman in my life
I used to fantasize on some women that I met
But I don't stick around when they easy to forget
The people so stressed, I'm geeking off two
My skin is all black, I think I need a blue
My bitches won't see me like she see me on tour
I said, "It's OnlyFans," that's where she even the score
Oh, man, fuck it
We both know she bad, we both know I ain't cuffing
Ah, oh, fuck it
We both got it bad, we both addicted to something
Some bitches about clout, some bitches about money
Some niggas get high where shit ain't about nothing
Slip in the '54, I'm kicking it, my summer
And here come a pandemic, I'm joking, I'm back, junkie
Numb and I feel nothing, living in my bubble
Quarantining with demons, I'm living with my struggle
Niggas is dying on me, the President lying to me
I got me a five on me, I'ma turn it up

Yeah, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
Never judge someone of a muhfucking vice
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four, then go online

A little Badu, a little bit of Jill
I told her it was sage, it was ganja, for real
The pharmacy was raided, they ain't got it for real
The block jumping for real, man, my lil' niggas (Turn it up)

Boy, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four

Never mind, I'm out
Ah, ah, mmm, ah, ah
It's everyday life in America, man, I just keep it honest
(Turn it up) Fade me out
Ah, fade me
Oh, this not the mothafucking percolator?