Lyrics Colourblind - Dream Mclean, ABi F JONES

Colourblind

Proper, so damn proper
In all-black, looking like an old bank robber
I ain’t a roadman, fuck off
Son of a gun, my old man shot off
So chill, how will I chill?
No point going sleep, got an hour to kill
Take a walk outside where the flowers are real
And the sky’s more than just your desktop background
I ain’t playing when I come in
Niggas better have this beat playing when I come in
What we doing?
Are we staying?
Are we running?
Are we stood still waiting for the day?
It’s never coming
We’re too fucked, cooped up there in the cages
But we hate it when you stare in our faces
Lost there in the matrix, with that white girl
Yeah, she can be very persuasive
Shoveling a ton of white
I’ve got my mama like «he's no son of mine»
Shoveling a ton of white
I’ve got my mama like «he's no son of mine»
Colourblind in summertime
The hills are grey, the sun is white
Shovelling a ton of white
I’ve got my mama like «he's no son of mine»
Colourblind, I only see in black and white
It’s just how it is, so don’t ask me why
All I need in this life of sin
Is an 8-ball and a crate of Heineken
Now I’m live again, feel alive again
Blackout blinds stop the sun shining in
We wait all year till the summertime comes
Then we lurk in the darkness of underground clubs
And hide from it, what a life we live
Stuck in the middle of the dark and the light, I guess we just
Colourblind in summertime
The hills are grey, the sun is white
Shovelling a ton of white
I’ve got my mama like «he's no son of mine»
In the darkness, I come alive
Never come alive, never come alive
Alarm clock playing lullabies
Wake up, boy