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Chef'Special

Colors

 

Colors

(album: One For The Mrs. - 2011)


Yo, check this out
It's the Chef on the mic
You got 'em colors
I got 'em colors
No-one's black and white like that mate, no-one
Come on

I feed my life with 'm beats 'n rhymes
When I reach the skies 'n I'm on my knees 'n cry
When I ease the mind 'n I'm leaving ye behind
And I'm screaming: 'Jesus Christ' cus I can't read it right
Try to get a grip on this 'n make ye trip on this
Try to make ye hips can't resist an inch of it
I got a list of 'm things I need luck with
Tryin to be me, be real but what the fuck is?
And dark mist hits my lungs when I'm stuck with
The shit that I'm stuck with, stuff I got shit with
Fuck, I'm addicted. I can't resist it
The fall of the siggie, I'm in love with the risk, innit?
Incomplete when I miss to see
That we all carry colors oughta share with each other
I'ma be me and you could still be you
But we be so much more if we feeling it through

Take a look at my painting baby, it's all me
Please look carefully
Take a look what I made now baby, it's all me
Please be careful please
Take a look at my painting baby, it's all us
Colors out of dust
Take a look what I made now baby, it's all me
Please be careful please

I face my fears and I taste my tears
I got no shades on stage, I'm naked up here
And all 'm critics in line, written some lies
And why they blind for my soul 'n they think with their minds
But yo, hatred divides us I'm digging in time
1968, the night that the king died
I can't expect us to all think a like
But I like the idea that I think that we might
So, give it a try if ye feelin my vibe
Cus you all got ye paintin I'm giving ye mine
Why criticize, ruin it while ye doing it
Let ye eyes ride through it, please lose ye mind into it
Ssh...
So don't talk, for so far
Silence can guide us can mend broken hearts
Lose me on the surface come 'n meet me underneath
Cus every word I drop is another fallen son of me

Take a look at my painting baby, it's all me
Please look carefully
Take a look what I made now baby, it's all me
Please be careful please
Take a look at my painting baby, it's all us
Colors out of dust
Take a look what I made now baby, it's all me
Please be careful please

I wanna dream just to live for once
I wanna dream just to live for once
Wanna be free from your ignorance
I wanna scream let you whisper some
I wanna make peace just to kiss someone
I want enemies just to hit someone
And I, I wanna leave let you linger on
And I, I wanna dream just to live for once

Take a look at my painting baby, it's all me
Please look carefully
Take a look what I made now baby, it's all me
Please be careful please
Take a look at my painting baby, it's all us
Colors out of dust
Take a look what I made now baby, it's all me
Please be careful please

done

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