Luh Matto - Colors(prod.6ryant)

Colors in my head Im feelin pyschedlic
Struggles with the feds he gon be autotelic
Poppin pills like meds watch him gon and sell it
Ugh
Colors in my head Im feelin pyschedlic
Struggles with the feds he gon be autotelic
Poppin pills like meds watch him gon and sell it
Ugh

Check it out a youngin flow
But its now time for him to grow
Feel the vehemence in his soul
Peepin the foes
Creep on the low
Got the braids but I aint Travi$ Scott
Washateria across our block
*gunshots*
Here go the cops
Things like this I wanna go home
Anxiety running through my bones
Pressure feelin like a cyclone
Dirty sprite in that styrofoam
Was my day one dawg I couldnt believe it
In the bathroom stall when I saw you bleedin
Told them niggas fuck off yeah i really mean it
Bros sippin cristal now i peep em feenin
Made a couple of calls my mama starts screamin
Been having withdrawals now my mind is beamin

Swangin downtown seeing hella people
Im zoning homie all these niggas evil
At one point you gotta understand me dawg
Braided hair rebel with overalls
I aint no kriss kross
I got my timbs off
At the club sippin cristal
I got my shirt off
Then the clerk call
Say its a turnoff
But homie when you so lit
Zonin and zonin you feel in the mix
Swangin on westheimer picture this
Can you see yourself getting through the mist
It always gets crazy in the moshpits
Different ragers and different fits
Niggas always looking at me crazy
Moving different calling me fugazi
But i be chillin doing my thing
Now gon n tell b let that beat change
Ugh!
Colors in my head Im feelin pyschedlic
Struggles with the feds he gon be autotelic
Poppin pills like meds watch him gon and sell it
Ugh
Colors in my head Im feelin pyschedlic
Struggles with the feds he gon be autotelic
Poppin pills like meds watch him gon and sell it
Ugh

Written by:
Matthew Carter

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