Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dream in Color, artist - YBN Cordae. Date of issue: 21.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dream in Color |
| Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah |
| Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah |
| I dream in color and I sleep on a canvas |
| I think we all need each other |
| Empathy, that could be our advantage |
| Bad bitch speak Creole and Spanish |
| She look this way, then I’m likin' my chances |
| Oh, man, why I go on these tangents? |
| Bird’s eye view, this shit panoramic |
| Still fightin' off my paranoia, shit too real, just fired my lawyer |
| Trust issues, I’m needin' to fix it, that could be an empire destroyer |
| You seen what happened to Julius Caesar |
| Stevie Wonder told me, «You are a leader» |
| My girl would forfeit a tennis match to meet my grandmama |
| Man, she truly a keeper (Huh) |
| And I don’t know why these blessings is comin' |
| Rich as hell, won’t stress over nothin' |
| I don’t listen to the public opinion |
| Their portrayal, it is just an assumption |
| And I don’t really know what a nigga been fightin' for, but I’m fightin' for it |
| And every song that I record be savin' lives, I’m type important |
| If I shoot my shot (Mmm, swish, mmm, Michael Jordan) |
| And if I get a lot (It came from the mic recording) |
| Hold on, uh |
| Baby, that’s the difference |
| From other niggas makin' bad decisions |
| Good music, that attract the business |
| My last album was a fuckin' classic |
| You can listen to that shit from start to finish |
| Got good intentions and my heart relentless |
| Drive a Honda Civic with the windows tinted |
| Plus a Lamb' truck, but that shit was rented |
| Never no pretendin', let’s be transparent |
| I learned that shit from my grandparents |
| I’ve been meditatin', tryna gain clearance |
| But this life shit is incoherent as a bitch |
| Wonder why I’m so darin' with the shits |
| Single mom, no co-parents in this bitch |
| Used to walk to the library for the Wi-Fi |
| It was like four Karens in that bitch |
| But what’s your purpose? |
| What’s your motives? |
| What’s your dreams? |
| What’s your goalses? |
| Are your thoughts pure? |
| Are you focused? |
| This a real nigga diagnosis |
| Are your friends real? |
| Are they bogus? |
| Are they by your side at your lowest? |
| Though I’m not so easily broken |
| But at times, I feel hopeless |
| And I don’t know why these blessings is comin' |
| Rich as hell, won’t stress over nothin' |
| I don’t listen to the public opinion |
| Their portrayal, it is just an assumption |
| And I don’t really know what a nigga been fightin' for, but I’m fightin' for it |
| And every song that I record be savin' lives, I’m type important |
| If I shoot my shot (Mmm, swish, mmm, Michael Jordan) |
| And if I get a lot (It came from the mic recording) |
| Mm, oh-oh-oh |
| Oh, mm-mm |
| Mm-mm |
| Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm |
| Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah, yeah |
| Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah, yeah |