Tonart: F# minor
Intro 1
Em
F#m
Em
Verse 1
Em
Beautiful baby blue skies,
red blood -shy eyes
Chromed out ribs, brown bricks that tie
Jungle green cannabis,
as precious as an emerald
G
Am
F#m
G
Hits of violet, white meat,
Em
exposed from violence
Great smoke, exiting out of a silver gun
Beige hoodie, burgundy mask,
run real fast
Purchase sapphire stones
from gold -blind hands
Pink panties on the bitch,
F#m
Em
complimentin' her ass
Three stripes of turquoise on
sand -colored sneakers
Beat you black, blue,
and purple stuff, fam
Need your yellow tape,
blockin' off the avenue
G
Am
A bunch of peach -colored pigs,
F#m
Em
aqua half -made suits
Teal majette,
the crimson graffiti on the wall
Crackhead smokin' from
a orange can of
Crush in the hall
Seein' light through kaleidoscopes eyes,
one of a kind
The world got the color blind
Rippin' off through your whole crew
My orange mugs colored
with my ill -speak blues
Sick of
R &B, bitch is over, bullshit, shmack
This is real hip -hop,
F#m
Em
I'm making greenbacks
Freaky color glow,
microphone check, one, two
My orange mugs colored
with my ill -speak blues
I wear a white t -shirt,
white sneakers and hat
Sick of
F#m
Em
R &B, bitch is over , bullshit, shmack
My anger got me seeing
red with a bad attitude
So I move into
Elephant's
General
Azamu
Hate is trendy,
nothing that I seen was friendly
G
Em
F#m
Been surrounded by yellow caps,
The white chalk line drawing
life's scent to the tomb
By men in blue who love to see
blacks dripping maroon
So never trim or resume,
that you ain't food grade
Cause they made the hardest
F#m
Em
food sweeter than grape
Kool -Aid
They wanna capture ya,
in a masculinity massacre
Cause right after the contract
rappers be wearing lavender
The change happened gradual,
the money seduced ya
G
Em
Cause when I look in the pas
F#m
Em
t I never saw a future
I'm just trying to break the spell clean
And create bronze statues
of caramel queens
No time necessary,
we searching for lost souls
In a world where men's hearts
are dark as charcoal
Colorful, rippin' on through
your whole crew
My orange mouth's colored
with my ill -speak blues
Sick of
R &B bitches over bullshit, you bet her
This is real hip -hop,
I'm makin' greenbacks
Colorful, microphone check, one, two
My orange mouth's colored
with my ill -speak blues
I wear a white t -shirt,
white sneakers to hell
Sick of
R &B bitches over bullshit, you bet her
Red, yellow, green, black,
green, purple
F#m
Colourblind
Em
Colourblind
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