Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colors of You, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Gravitas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Javotti Media
Song language: English
Colors of You |
Been around the world many times |
Seen many things |
And they in color too |
Seen women so beautiful |
That I could die with a smile on my face |
And not feel like the good lord gypped me |
(The space between love and me |
Between…) |
How you expect to have an ordinary relationship with such an |
Extraordinary nigga, yeah there’s flaws in what you figured |
Ain’t the liquor that got you considering calling up the sitter |
Telling her you need a couple hours and of course you tip her |
I like my fantasies, half-stripper, half-glass slipper |
Wrappin' one like a riddle with enigma |
Character in my flip book coming to life when I’m |
Flipping through the pictures, switching up the positions |
My karma karma chameleon change colors with the surroundings |
I can hear you with my eyes and I’m loving the way you sound |
And I’m smothering and I’m grindin', now doubt is counting me out |
Loving in public when we coming and up against the cupboard till we… |
(Look like turquoise) Right on the couch |
(Yellow on the bad day) Knocking it out without a doubt |
(Colors of you) |
'Eyo the world is my coloring book, look, new discoveries |
Every time when I color outside the lines |
(Colors of you) |
'Eyo the world is my coloring book, look, new discoveries |
Every time when I color outside the lines |
(Color of you) |
My self expression acquire every color in the spectrum |
My self reflection make the light change direction |
When you see it from this angle the color, the cut the clarity |
Starts bringing me down that’s the depravity of gravity |
Having me in my blue phase, go off the grid for a |
Few days, go on a journey without a suitcase |
The security of obscurity |
In a world of respect and I’m trading it like it’s currency |
Currently you soft as a mallet hitting a xylophone |
He so yella I’m wishin' his fella right his wrong |
But naw, instead he is synthetic as styrofoam |
Recite a poem so monotone that they monochrome |
My light’ll poke through the clouds, we’ll take you higher like you |
Smoking the loud while I provide the dope kaleidoscope of sound |
You can see it with your ears, you can hear it with your eyes |
You can feel it right here yea |
(Colors of you) |
You don’t look like turquoise |
You don’t look like gold |
You don’t look like purple |
That’ll match your hue |
'Eyo the world is my coloring book, look, new discoveries |
Every time when I color outside the lines |
(Colors of you) Ay, ay |
'Eyo the world is my coloring book, look, new discoveries |
Every time when I color outside the lines, hey |
(Colors of you) |
(Colors of you) |