Dream In Color Lyrics – Cordae
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
I dream in color
If I sleep on a canvas
I think we all need each other
Empathy, that could be our advantage
Bad *** be Creole and Spanish
She look this way then I’m likin’ my chances
Oh, man, why I’m doin’ these tangents
Bird’s eye view, this *** panoramic
Still fightin’ off my paranoia
*** too real, just fire my lawyer
Trust issues, I’m needin’ to fix it
That could be a empire destroyer
I seen what happened to Julius Caesar
Stevie Wonder told me, “You are a leader”
My girl would forfeit a tennis match to meet my grandmama
Man, she truly a keeper (Huh)
And I don’t know why the best is comin’
Richest, how I’m stressed over nothin’
I don’t listen to the public opinion
Their portrayal, it is just an assumption
And I don’t really know what a *** been fightin’ for, but I’m vyin’ for it
And every song that I record be savin’ lives, I’m type important
If I shoot my shot (Mmm, swish, mmm, Michael Jordan)
And if I get a lot (It came from the mic recording)
Hold on, uh
Baby, that’s the difference
From other niggas makin’ bad decisions
Good music, that’ll attract the business
My last album was a ***’ classic
You can listen to that *** from start to finish
Got good intentions and my heart relentless
Drive my Honda Civic with the windows tinted
Plus a Lamb’ truck, but that *** was rented
Never no pretendin’, let’s be transparent
I learned that *** from my grandparents
I’ve been meditatin’, tryna gain clearance
But this life *** isn’t a court hearing, it’s a ***
Wonder why I’m so down with the shits
Single mom, no co-parents in this ***
Used to walk to the library for the Wi-Fi
It was like four Karens in that ***
But, what’s your purpose? What’s your motives?
What’s your dreams? What’s your goalses?
Are your thoughts pure? Are you focused?
That’s a real *** diagnosis
Are your friends real? Are they bogus?
Are they by your side at your lowest?
Though I’m not so easily broken
But at times, I feel hopeless
And I don’t know why the best is comin’
Richest, how I’m stressed over nothin’
I don’t listen to the public opinion
Their portrayal, it is just an assumption
And I don’t really know what a *** been fightin’ for, but I’m vyin’ for it
And every song that I record be savin’ lives, I’m type important
If I shoot my shot (Mmm, swish, mmm, Michael Jordan)
And if I get a lot (It came from the mic recording, mm-mm)
Mm, oh-oh-oh
Oh, mm-mm
Mm-mm
Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah
