| Blue is the color of the race line
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| Uh, I’ve seen the crippled man dead with blood on his chest
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| Next to an AK slug to the fest it was no crest before it’s all set
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| Like a young playing poker with a old deck
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| Same tricks, same cards,
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| Life for a life, your game of arts
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| The game is flawed, we can’t afford to have more casualties in an endless war
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| Now you tell me really how banging forth
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| I ain’t trying to preach you till you praise the Lord
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| You try to save my own, but it all starts at a place called home
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| The ghetto sounds like the shooting range
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| We’re the proof, won’t remove the pain
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| Let’s do the training, let’s choose the claim
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| Red and blue with everyn hue you bang
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| What the fuck you say?
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| Five shootings, twelve hours don’t meet the odds just shell showers
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| It’s in hell of ours keep a black suit
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| A bouchet of flowers better face and sour
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| No seat belt, but they strapped it up
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| Pack it on if you face the cowards
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| Stole the graveyards I’m on the finish line in the race for power!
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| We live a life that’s do or die
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| Even the plot feel blue inside
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| We’re victims of our own desire
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| Living in a city where the skinny niggas ride, uh
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| The only remining is that it’s getting high
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| Problem here is for those that are still alive
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| Some say nevermind be unified
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| So we separate you like you and I, oh
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| They’re be sending kids and they’ll make up, uh
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| In my neck of the woods
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| Got the love of my neighbor, much love of my hood
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| I will program the whole can is that 44 make you to vanish
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| I’m a yellow tape, adolescents
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| Bullet holes and no news cameras
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| The question is when will it stop?
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| Defend your own, can’t depend on the cops
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| The Lord’s striking if it ain’t true, true
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| Fact remains that they are game too
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| We’re forever at war, please, somebody tell us what for?
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| If there’s the shells on the floor
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| Nobody uses the heads anymore
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| So I’m asking
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| We gotta stop killing each other man
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| It’s no purpose
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| Kill your brother, kill your enemy
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| It’s the same thing
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| Blue is the color of the race line
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| Walk as a king, my nigga
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| Think like a king!
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| It’s real, we’re all kings!
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| It’s gotta think like that, think what I’m saying |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Color Blind, artist - Fashawn. Album song Champagne & Styrofoam Cups, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп