Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Favorite Color, artist - Belly. Date of issue: 26.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Favorite Color |
| I heard you done provoked my primal urge, I’m on the verge |
| I’m on a purge, fuck the world will be my dying words |
| Then I emerge from the ashes like a fire bird |
| Talking birds, boy I had ‘em by the dinner plate |
| Got ‘em out of state, used to put ‘em on the interstate |
| Born to lose, made to win, even angels sin |
| And when it come to money, loyalty is paper thin |
| You talk to police and plus you cuff hoes |
| You might just catch a booger from the snub nose |
| I’m down in Florida about to fill up the order |
| Fill up the fuel and send a mule to the border |
| Informer, watch out for the informer |
| Informer, watch out for the informer |
| stuck ‘em while you passing recorders |
| Informer, watch out for the informer |
| Sip another pill, skip another meal |
| Your reality isn’t half as real |
| Favorite color blue, that’s because of you |
| It reminds me of how you made me feel |
| It reminds me of how you made me feel |
| It reminds me of how you made me feel |
| Favorite color blue, that’s because of you |
| It reminds me of how you made me feel |
| On my block niggas walk around with the truth revealed |
| Who conceals, who can feel, shoot to kill |
| Uh, shoot to kill |
| Uh, who can feel? |
| Does god resent me? |
| Lord forgive me |
| My life’s a gamble with the odds against me |
| My heart is empty |
| All this greed, all this envy |
| It’s when they lost ‘em, look what it cost me |
| Just tryna shake these demons off me |
| I hope you know Jesus if you cross me |
| My shit’s cerebral, no palsy, the soul haunts me |
| You can smell poor seeping out my pores |
| Sleeping on the floor with my feet against the door |
| Back was more than kind of sore |
| Cracked my spinal cord |
| Might’ve been from the pills, I guess that’s an either or |
| Dumb, I think numb ‘cause I know pain |
| I think love killed us like Cobain |
| Ten years out the dope game, I still smell like cocaine |
| Still dream ‘bout them whole things, that Lois Lane |
| My road changed from days I used to roll chain |
| I always knew the bigger picture had a gold frame |
| Informer, watch out for the informer |
| Informer, watch out for the informer |
| stuck ‘em while you passing recorders |
| Informer, watch out for the informer |
| Sip another pill, skip another meal |
| Your reality isn’t half as real |
| Favorite color blue, that’s because of you |
| It reminds me of how you made me feel |
| It reminds me of how you made me feel |
| It reminds me of how you made me feel |
| My favorite color blue, that’s because of you |
| It reminds me of how you made me feel |
| On my block niggas walk around with the truth revealed |
| Who conceals, who can feel, shoot to kill |
| Uh, shoot to kill |
| Uh, who can feel? |