Colors

Don’t make me verbally—
Don’t make me verbally son you
Don’t make me verbally gun you
Don’t make me verbally hunt you down, yeah
Pardon my palette, I was made this dark
I still bleed red though my hair is coarse
Miss me with that fake guilt and fake remorse
Ask me how I feel, you just make it worse
They say that they love the rainbow
I know they hate when it reigns, though
They want us back in our stables, labeled (Yeah, yeah)
Black dreams standing in the same light
Killing us in daylight so we never take flight
Black dreams, smother them 'til flatline
Shoot me for a brake light 'cause we’re not the same kind
I’m just a color (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I don’t want no problems
(Boo-la, boo-la, la, da-da-da-da, la, da-da-da-da, la-la)
I’m just a color (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I don’t want no problems
(Boo-la, boo-la, la, da-da-da-da, la, da-da-da-da, la-la)
Just tryna find a way in this shade
They feel a way and then they piss shade, ah
I’m just a color, I’m just a color
Karen, let me be great
Hands up in the air, don’t shoot (Shoot)
Don’t wanna see another name hashtag, woo (Yeah, okay)
Tryna dull my saturation, oh (Look, look, look)
Look how I’m comin' through
The system full of lies, but my eyes know the truth
We humble, they be quiet, it’s a riot, then they cool
The black hate the blue 'cause the blue shoot whatever
Which mostly is the blacks, 'cause the blue be acting yellow
And the whites seeing red 'cause the blacks ain’t goin'
The orange in the office on that green 'cause he golfing
I hate when brothers hate when brothers gay 'cause why you bashin'?
A black hate a rainbow, then a black hate the palette
I’m tired of being passive, I’m tired of being fed up
It’s purple in this Backwood, it’s brown in this red cup
It’s black lives matter, the road painted yellow
If we doin' this together, then let’s go and paint forever
I’m just a color (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I don’t want no problems
(Boo-la, boo-la, la, da-da-da-da, la, da-da-da-da, la-la)
I’m just a color (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I don’t want no problems
(Boo-la, boo-la, la, da-da-da-da, la, da-da-da-da, la-la)
I don’t want no problems, problems, yeah
Can’t see my rise, don’t be color blind
My struggle came from the spoken lies
And my broken eyes and these broken thighs
And this broken mind
You look at me and just wonder why
I’m black as fuck and feel so divine
It’s like I’m bliss
To the bullshit, to the bullshit
'Cause I’m just a color
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Ba-ba-da-da, a-ba-da-da
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Ba-ba-da-da, a-ba-da-da
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Ba-ba-da-da, a-ba-da-da