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dillow primetime - colorz (when da sun go down) كلمات الأغنية

(intro)
yeah/
one time/
for your mind/
for your mind/
yeah/
supa dupa solid/
nintendo 64/
don’t know what to call it/
but here’s what i got in store/

(verse 1)
i’m touching my black eye/
while i see the blue sky/
and i see my crew high/
drug dealers, superfly/
sun go down now it’s night/
and the streets break out into a red and blue fight/
i just be walking by/
and in my mind i fly/
not caring about what’s in my sight/
i’m relaxing under the beam of a street light/
don’t mind the boys in blue/
cuz they don’t care bout what a minority do/
you ever heard bout the rose that grew in darkness/
that’s the autobiography of our hardships/
in the hood we all battle hardened/
and life just don’t pardon/
it’s been hard since humanity started/
how about we think of something more lighthearted/
if you give me the right colors, foo/
i’ll paint this pretty picture for you/
uh/
i’ll paint this pretty picture for you/
uh/

(hook)
white for the crack/
green for the stacks/
black for the straps/
f-ck a white flag/
blue for the crips/
red for the bloods/
humans we is/
red is our blood/
humans we is/
red is our blood/
colorz/
the colorz/
when da sun go down/
(in the dark)/

(verse 2)
i’m rocking yellow like if i was in wu tang/
middle finger up because i hate the white mane/
hating on my bronze skin/
tell em there’s no stopping/
tell em my chicanos/
and my mexicanos/
all of the latinos/
tell all of the niños/
that we is here to stay/
break us down, man, no way/
and i ain’t ever really cared about my race/
my ethnicity, or the features on my face/
or the place/
where i stay/
but i really hate when f-ckers discriminate/
we all be under the same blue sky/
but we kicking out all the new guys/
america was colonized by immigrants/
so what the f-ck is up with all this bitterness/
taking kids innocence/
in a sense/
worried about tomorrow, that’s predicament/
guiltless children in prisons, now that’s sickening/
white kids stay ignorant/
while the minorities vigilant/
anyone out there!? i hope the world listening/
rap is the music, my mouth is the instrument/
ghetto boy lyricist/
pac said i’m k!llin it/
and that’s in my daydreams/
when i doze off and think/
oftenly/
i really like to be/
left alone/
i should prolly just replace myself wit a clone/
so i can be in my f-cking zone/
riding round, wit a girl, in a whip, super cold/
paint it black, rolling stones/
king of rap, golden throne/
light it up, acetone/
this mixtape? a milestone!/
my mind built of blue puzzle pieces/
usually it can’t handle reason/
i be perceiving reality/
differently/
hood still hood, but i see it artistically/
cuz my ways are autistically/
i try to find balance in my life/
balance of dark and light/
balance to rock the mics
uh/
balance of dark and light/
balance to rock the mics
balance to, uh/

(bridge)
imma/
imma paint a/
painting for ya’ll
nice painting for y’all right quick/
it’ll be/
sum like this/
yeah
aight/
uh
check it/

(hook x2)
white for the crack/
green for the stacks/
black for the straps/
f-ck a white flag/
blue for the crips/
red for the bloods/
humans we is/
red is our blood/
humans we is/
red is our blood/
colorz/
the colorz/
when da sun go down/
(in the dark)/
one more time yall/

(verse 3)
so god took 7 days to paint earth/
it took me 3 years to make this tape work/
cuz i done finished it/
and then rewritten it/
and now i’m spittin it/
and the dj gon be spinnin it/
and the money, i’ll be winnin it/
earn some up, and now i’m spending it/
all on some unnecessary sh-t/
the world turning into scary sh-t/
and we just ain’t paying attention/
and we won’t till we sense the tension/
it’s hard growing up in my city/
crime rate going up in my city/l
gangs signs get thrown up in my city
if i rep i’d prolly blow up in my city/
but i’m coo, someway i’ll glow up in my city/
and you good if you don’t show up to my city/
we keep it 150/
real litty/
rap till the casket drops/
f-ck it if this mix flops/
cuz imma go nonstop/
till all the mics are rocked/
my dreams are a big deal/
it’s time to make em real/
k-s, 1-o-seven-number five/
we finna go on live/
out here tryna survive/
we listen and make music to push thru our lives/
cuz it gets hard at times/
hard at night/
hard for sight/
but the colorz make streets come to life/
we back where we started/
verse 1 was the hardest/
i had just ran away/
from a gang/
beat me up/
i swear these streets corrupt/
left me purple bruises/
they left the scene cruisin/
in an all black civic/
didn’t check the clinic/
i was in the middle of the street/
i got up to my feet/
and i looked around me/
such a beautiful scene/
man, i love my city/
although it’s real gritty/
standing out in this white people state/
only cuz it doesn’t have the prettiest face/
but if you can understand this picture i paint/
you’ll understand why we higher rank/
it go/

- dillow primetime

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