Colors - TeaMarrr, Wale

Don’t make me verbally—

Don’t make me verbally son you

Don’t make me verbally gun you

Don’t make me verbally hunt you down, yeah

Pardon my palette, I was made this dark

I still bleed red though my hair is coarse

Miss me with that fake guilt and fake remorse

Ask me how I feel, you just make it worse

They say that they love the rainbow

I know they hate when it reigns, though

They want us back in our stables, labeled (Yeah, yeah)

Black dreams standing in the same light

Killing us in daylight so we never take flight

Black dreams, smother them 'til flatline

Shoot me for a brake light 'cause we’re not the same kind

I’m just a color (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

I don’t want no problems

(Boo-la, boo-la, la, da-da-da-da, la, da-da-da-da, la-la)

I’m just a color (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

I don’t want no problems

(Boo-la, boo-la, la, da-da-da-da, la, da-da-da-da, la-la)

Just tryna find a way in this shade

They feel a way and then they piss shade, ah

I’m just a color, I’m just a color

Karen, let me be great

Hands up in the air, don’t shoot (Shoot)

Don’t wanna see another name hashtag, woo (Yeah, okay)

Tryna dull my saturation, oh (Look, look, look)

Look how I’m comin' through

The system full of lies, but my eyes know the truth

We humble, they be quiet, it’s a riot, then they cool

The black hate the blue 'cause the blue shoot whatever

Which mostly is the blacks, 'cause the blue be acting yellow

And the whites seeing red 'cause the blacks ain’t goin'

The orange in the office on that green 'cause he golfing

I hate when brothers hate when brothers gay 'cause why you bashin'?

A black hate a rainbow, then a black hate the palette

I’m tired of being passive, I’m tired of being fed up

It’s purple in this Backwood, it’s brown in this red cup

It’s black lives matter, the road painted yellow

If we doin' this together, then let’s go and paint forever

I’m just a color (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

I don’t want no problems

(Boo-la, boo-la, la, da-da-da-da, la, da-da-da-da, la-la)

I’m just a color (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

I don’t want no problems

(Boo-la, boo-la, la, da-da-da-da, la, da-da-da-da, la-la)

I don’t want no problems, problems, yeah

Can’t see my rise, don’t be color blind

My struggle came from the spoken lies

And my broken eyes and these broken thighs

And this broken mind

You look at me and just wonder why

I’m black as fuck and feel so divine

It’s like I’m bliss

To the bullshit, to the bullshit

'Cause I’m just a color

Mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm

Ba-ba-da-da, a-ba-da-da

Mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm

Ba-ba-da-da, a-ba-da-da

Mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm

Ba-ba-da-da, a-ba-da-da