Shaggy Woe - Hidden Colors

Ain't nun new under the sun and so I disappear
Until the coast is clear and then I'm running out
Can't see but I hear the crickets sorta sound like critics when you out making decisions, just for your sake
Hope my words paint a picture
And you know I kinda fuck with the quarantine
Got my mind so involved with the simple things
Innovate conversate then I intervene with the same brain that you use to dream
And my people said wait, can't feed the whole fam on paper plates
Just platao on the paper you make
I lock in scribble on the paper mate
I pop the lock to let out the thought it's a beast in me I can't tame it all
Too much love I can't hate it all
Riddle me I got to put you down
Got me butchering cut up the clowns
Now I'm laughing out n pieces
And you starving and you a bottom feeder
It ain't nothing to be a bottom leader
And I gave you my last you a cross the streeter better check the meter and your feet between em
I spit on the beat and she spitting in me I gotta check the cleaners
Bass knocking gotta check the speakers
And I use the k to shoot your ears
Hope we make amends
All that color shit
Can we see it clear
That we came from reflecting fleshes return to flexing return the catches
Pick six 3 time I assume
And as I return to the touchdown intercept feel like DiCaprio
Got it all planned out with the media
It's a shame shame shame what you take me for
A idiot ?
Ain't nun new under the sun and so I disappear
Until the coast is clear and then I'm running out
Is it cool out can I peek now
You a fool now got that reach out
Competition that's what it's about
Cause it's still a game I ain't tryna win cause the art involved
It's like when a older nigga cut you off
When you tryna talk about the shit that's going on cause he already did it all
All you can do is say just chill it out
And what I think man fuck you talk bout
Man move go and set it off
Young blood you gotta set it up
Shit you ain't did enough
You need some ritual
To get some rich awards
Consistency in love
Like what I'm breathing
I scuff my sneakers up
Just so that you can see it clear
That we came from reflecting fleshes return to flexing return the catches
Pick six 3 time I assume
And as I return to the touchdown intercept feel like DiCaprio
Got it all planned out with the media
It's a shame shame shame what you take me for
A idiot ?

Written by:
Walter Solomon

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