| Been around the world many times
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| Seen many things
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| And they in color too
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| Seen women so beautiful
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| That I could die with a smile on my face
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| And not feel like the good lord gypped me
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| (The space between love and me
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| Between…)
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| How you expect to have an ordinary relationship with such an
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| Extraordinary nigga, yeah there’s flaws in what you figured
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| Ain’t the liquor that got you considering calling up the sitter
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| Telling her you need a couple hours and of course you tip her
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| I like my fantasies, half-stripper, half-glass slipper
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| Wrappin' one like a riddle with enigma
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| Character in my flip book coming to life when I’m
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| Flipping through the pictures, switching up the positions
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| My karma karma chameleon change colors with the surroundings
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| I can hear you with my eyes and I’m loving the way you sound
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| And I’m smothering and I’m grindin', now doubt is counting me out
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| Loving in public when we coming and up against the cupboard till we…
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| (Look like turquoise) Right on the couch
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| (Yellow on the bad day) Knocking it out without a doubt
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| (Colors of you)
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| 'Eyo the world is my coloring book, look, new discoveries
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| Every time when I color outside the lines
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| (Colors of you)
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| 'Eyo the world is my coloring book, look, new discoveries
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| Every time when I color outside the lines
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| (Color of you)
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| My self expression acquire every color in the spectrum
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| My self reflection make the light change direction
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| When you see it from this angle the color, the cut the clarity
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| Starts bringing me down that’s the depravity of gravity
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| Having me in my blue phase, go off the grid for a
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| Few days, go on a journey without a suitcase
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| The security of obscurity
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| In a world of respect and I’m trading it like it’s currency
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| Currently you soft as a mallet hitting a xylophone
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| He so yella I’m wishin' his fella right his wrong
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| But naw, instead he is synthetic as styrofoam
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| Recite a poem so monotone that they monochrome
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| My light’ll poke through the clouds, we’ll take you higher like you
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| Smoking the loud while I provide the dope kaleidoscope of sound
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| You can see it with your ears, you can hear it with your eyes
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| You can feel it right here yea
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| (Colors of you)
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| You don’t look like turquoise
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| You don’t look like gold
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| You don’t look like purple
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| That’ll match your hue
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| 'Eyo the world is my coloring book, look, new discoveries
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| Every time when I color outside the lines
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| (Colors of you) Ay, ay
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| 'Eyo the world is my coloring book, look, new discoveries
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| Every time when I color outside the lines, hey
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| (Colors of you)
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| (Colors of you) |