Verse 1 - Bobby Woody We living in different colors. Pieces of a bigger picture I'm young and I gotta get it. They preach that to us like it's a scripture feelin like I'm back in first grade. Rainbows, but the pot of gold is fake. Roy G. Biv got the lucky charms. I'mma share it with the homies in open arms Red. Orange. Yellow. Black Purple. Green. Turquoise. Don't wear the wrong color. don't want you to get hurt, boy. I'm really not a fan of the violence. Same violence that got Malcolm X silenced and exiled Napoleon to that island. I landed on a nice violet. Rolling through a flower bed just tryna close my eyelids. I wonder what a rainbow looks like. Is that diversity? Don't want to be a poster child for the brochure of my university. Reminiscing times from when my mom's car was burgundy. Back when yo skin tone wasn't the only thing to irk the beef. Ya mom ain't love you if your crayon was RoseArt Or maybe in this world she had a bad start. maybe made a baby with a nigga w/ a bad heart and making up alone for the fact that you a bastard. That's ard. The painting can't be what it seems. He's a richer shade of blue. She's a brighter hue of green. The art was cool for a sec, but one white stroke came in between The loveliest of textures only Ronald Reagan had forseen Colorless crayolas dick riding the wave? I'm tryna Alan Free you niggas acting like New Slaves Put a 64-color box on a new hey day. Then put that pic up on my fridge like "mama Look what I made" I'm saying Hook Everybody Do the Crayon Verse 2 - Weswill Different shades of colors. We can thank our mothers. We can thank our fathers, But I don't even bother. They say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. I ain't have that mentality during my youth. Everybody gotta fellowship. Just for the culture and not for the hell of it. Man I'm enjoying every drop of melanin specially when I see something I can settle with. Skin tone, black cherry. The police a pull you over for the shade of ya pigment and that's scary They witness this rap but not this college degree. First nigga pulled out the whip and question Its probably me. Pull out the guns and claim protection so I better not flee. Cause I fit the description of niggas at robbery scenes. Flowin. Goin through motions. daily devotions. with my old friends. Constantly thinking and wondering when am I gon win Heart Blacker than Bernie Mac. There was no turning back when I was bullied And I don't blame my guidance counselors they ain't Understand me fully My mama screaming black boy fly. And She know they tryna clips my wings. My daddy screaming why oh why Cause he know did not raise this king. (x2)

Hook: Phoebe won't you tell me that you love me like you do We could hit the carnival or chill right afterschool I could ditch my homies. You ditch Helga we'll be cool. I'm just shootin buckets. Shit, I might be crushin' too Verse 1: Phoebe Phoebe Phoebe. I'm so glad you came to see me. I could be Egyptian King and you be Nefertiti. Sike We too broke to go back to Africa A Marcus Garvey reincarnate hoping that he black enough Great great grandma might've been a queen, But that wealth never passed over the Atlantic seas. Sike You fuckin wit them them hoteps anyway So come hang witcha boy and we could catch a bite any day I would take you to Never's and I would hope that you never Realize that I'm a scrub. Just realize my endeavors. I reify the idea that that this don't have to be secret, but that's the way that we'll keep it if that's what's keeping you sleeping. if we find out if you find out that I know maybe we should find out maybe i should find out Hook Verse 2: Stop playing. Don't waste my time 2k17. I seen my picture in yo locker and I know what that mean. My heart is about as red as Stinky's shirt is green. And my football headed friend let stomach butterflies fly in between I'm just confused. I'm a high stakes dude with nothing to prove. We just two kids. Lemme ask. What we got to lose? Self-absorbed friends. Helga never ever ask about you. and if They see us, girl, tell me what they gon do? If they find out if they find out how we feel, ya know maybe they should find out Sike, you know they'll never let us steal that show Hook Phoebe won't you tell me that you love me like you do We could hit the movies or stare at stars on the roof I could ditch my homies. You ditch Helga we'll be cool. I'm just shootin buckets. Shit, I might be crushin' too

I've got myself a notion We're here for the same reasons I know you don't wanna see me Both our friends said this be fun, and I can't help it I'm still tryna be my own 3 AM said I can't help it I'm still tryna figure out how we could still be friends. But when I see you I just gotta tell myself that I don't need you. I get the anxious feeling of a newfound freedom We grew so far so far apart we're different people And that's Nostalgia I miss the way things were before I was without ya Glance eye to eye every day I was so about ya I miss being being around ya. Verse 2: Always think I have it solved, but I'm the only one I fight I try to numb away my sins, but that's the darkness in my light Here for the friends, for the fam, for the fun. you came along. you the one that I want but you ya own person deserving of personal space from a person you said that you hate and that i respect My guy and yo girl getting outta here next. I just got the text Let's reconcile before we the ones left forced to speak on it and karma, but yeah when that come up. Just remember that a nigga on the come up You know it's bout to be a crazy, fucking summer I'm praying on karma, my nigga I aint stunting Come and one up but when I see you I still gotta tell myself that I don't need you I'm not the reason that we hang with different people i still miss you i just i just i don't need you

Boy you should know that I've got you on my mind Your secret admirerI've been watching you Hook: At night, I think of you I want, to be your lady, maybe If your game is on, give me a call boo If your lovin's strong, gonna give my all to you Verse 1: Hey Jessica Rabbit. I heard you're back at it. Back to old habits. This time don't go tragic. I heard you found a nigga. I hope he make you happy She text a nigga back like Roger that. I go back to blacking out. I go back to BoJacking off in that sadness Bo Jackson. Bat sense into a nigga's head Before her old friends do the same shit with lead. My boo my boo you was. I miss you, girl, but that don't matter We all gon die one day. We all just pieces of atoms. We all woulda bit that Apple. I too am just like Eve. Prolly woulda bit the hand that feeds if it's feeding distractions to my peace Hook Bridge: At night, you can call me. You can text me, baby You still got my number. You still drive me crazy At night, you can call me. You can text me, baby. You still live down the street. Why I ain't seen ya lately Verse 2: Either you're in or your old. You win or you don't. You go for the gold. I miss ya ass, but I won't Let you know more than a few subtle lines in a song. alignment is wrong. no quiet like the Silence of storms. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Let's expand, but like should I mention That I'm not too good at speaking feelings Inside Out is me outside sinning I said I don't give a shit. // I don't mean that. You be cooped with him // And I see that I start to pretend // I believe that I don't give a shit. // Don't believe me Rollin round the whip. // Joints with Edy. Nothing really helps. // I ain't talking. I been stalking Facebooks kinda often Running from the problem into other problems outro: why i ain't seen ya lately you still live right down the street

What the hungry catepillar say Verse 1: I'm not tripping, but if I'm falling I'll be flying How can you live that fast and be this grounded without gliding Speeding past your alabaster companions. Wally West, but blacker. Wallabee Beatles plus one before Sector V was established a boss ass bitch. good ass kid. great ass job. You deserve the best. They back break you down. We remain proud. They stole from our cocoon. Pimping us hungry caterpillars. Painted their trashcans gold and then called shit a pillar. Got mad when our coons pillaged. Got mad when the coons raged. Let the CVS blaze. All they could do was gaze at the gaze from the gates. make em mad Show your true colors then bla- bla-bla-blast Off NASA I wonder what they expect from me. Success or death from me. on my tombstone written illegibly Phonetically. Near my pedigree Don't expect to get the best in me unless you expect to get the bulletproof vest vested in me OFF. I scoff at your old iPod unless it bumps my song Hook Blast off Blast off. Can't go back home. Blast off. Blast off ain't that bad tho Blast off. Blast off Take me to new lands Blast off. Blast off. Make me a new man Verse 2: I'm just a spec on a spec on a spec on a spec A man on a planet with no plan of going home til I'm gone. I meant, not til I'm on. Rocking off with moon rocks with space You can see me flying past Vega looking so out of place. Determined to meet my maker. Determined to be a creator. Be wary of an infiltrator. No worry. I'm Zim's Invader. God, don't you see that I'm fire. Krabs rev up the fryers Me and Milo riding panda Phantom Tollbooth. Tock ticking killing Time Your dog's dying on our accord. drive a Honda you can't afford Fusion with me and Vegeta might be a lord. Until then I'm tryna meet the Lord. Hit the spaceship to see the Lord I wonder if He believe in us. Should I follow the drinking gourd? I used to have these dreams. I thought that I could see the future. Then the future came through and then I started Deja vu'ing Stop assuming that we stupid. Larry Hogan. That's your hubris. Nixon blasted us to the Moon and made black holes of black humans. Hook Outro: Blast off. Blast off. We're in too deep Space, but there's still not enough of that in between The place where I'm starting and the star where I'm a king. The unpromised land where I'm a star. Not a peon or in between

Hook: Yall better be shaking that ass at my funeral. Nonblack kids don't get no nigga pass at my funeral Blunts, balloons, and bottles in the back at my funeral Why the fuck you niggas so so sad at my funeral? x2 Verse: It's lit like crosses burned in Alabama in the 60's Hanging like my ancestors. They didn't let all of them see 60 This just reality. I might not see 60 Fuck. Addie Mae Collins ain't get to see 16 Partying in parliament for people that ain't get to peep their prom dress Girls who ain't get to choose to be mom's yet 16th street wasn't a bomb threat Got niggas snapping like Stevie Steve. Imagine that nigga at 16. Homey, we got history. You think I forgot about what you did to me? Why every time you play a show the whole spot just go BOOM BOOM? Every time that you walk in you walk in you light up the room room Write these sad ass rap songs and put it on happy beat Fuck my guilt and fuck my feelings if the mixtape giving y'all happy feet But I hope you get the message. I hope you do respect it. I am not a teacher Just a receiver of the lessons A nigga might be struggling But I'mma keep on hustling Take over the world with a smile on my face. That's my weapon of mass destruction. Hook Bridge Don't you shed no fucking tear at my funeral Ain't no reason to be sad at my funeral We getting lit just like I'm back