Gray Fox - True (Colors)

Like i ain't know about betrayal - Shit it's painful...
It's like the 60s civil rights is how they spray you
I ain't got the heart to hate you - But shit i ain't about to save you
How ungrateful
A buncha broken pieces imma Cradle - whatchu bringin' to the Table
Runnin' outta answers
She take a drink -then eat the olive After
What's on your mind - i told her Nothing' was a matter - she a Dancer
With all the laughter - said she Couldn't feel it like she wanted Ativan
But she was outta capsuls
Shouldn't chance her
She built a wall - but that's the Standard right
We all got scars but i'm just cuttin' Out the cancer
What about the dogs
This shit is easy niggas not Involved
They rep the Fox but wasn't Hounds' at all
And ain't about to brawl - cuz i Don't see a threat
But we ain't even yet
I pour the drink out and they ain't Even Dead
Expect a lotta hate - acceptin' all the Fake
Pick your poison - kill the serpant
Right before you cut a head up off The snake
They said it's... Said it's too late... said I'm too Frank
Said I'm late but said I'm frank
I'm just too frank
Said it's too late
It's just too late
It's too
Said I'm too frank
With the bourbon like i'm Jack Torrance
Reminiscing lemme flash forward
They white it out - like we ain't Black for it
But now we gotta ask for it
This shit Revenge - i'm goin' back For it
Had to leave but gotta Flask for it - His drinkin' outta pocket now
He kept it cool - i wasn't talkin' Loud
They showed it to em 'fore they Taught em how
But said it's not allowed
They put em up before they shot Em down
Heavy head a safe place before he Got the crown - but gotta lock it Down
They wore his name - like they ain't Do it for the fame
I seen the rules - they ain't the same
I made the move - it didn't change
But look at chu - they took his heart Like they could use it for a day
And told a lie - like cobra kai and Made it cool to be a snake
We don't agree with that
Swept - under rugs - but i could see The trash
A dirty house - that's why you Seein Rats
That fuck shit we dont' condone
The Truth in front - i seen it on it's Own
Like neighbors throwin' rocks - i Bet this hit a little close to home

True colors - bet this hit a little Close to home
I bet this hit a little close to home

Got the call - and i was on the road

And now he's on his own

Ain't that a pity how they found Em
They Threw em over board and then They criticized em drownin'
And they criticized em drownin
I ain't clownin

True colors - bet this hit a little Close to home
I bet this hit a little close to home

Got the call - and i was on the road

And now he's on his own

Ain't that a pity how they found Em
They Threw em over board and then They criticized em drownin'
And they they criticized em drownin
I bet you doubt it
I wouldn't doubt it

Written by:
Joel Morris

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