Colourblind - Dream Mclean, ABi F JONES

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