Color Blinded lyrics
by Chris Travis
2014 sh*t, n*gga
How y'all motherf*ckers feel about that?
Everytime I drop a project
Create new sound, give me my sh*t right back
n*ggas boosted y'all head up, thinking you on
No, but that sh*t whack
Everytime I see a black car, catch me in that motherf*cker
Smoking good weed in the back
Ain't got sh*t on my mind but stacking all my money to the ceiling
I ain't doing sh*t, motherf*cker, but eating good and f*cking living
n*gga, don't complain what the f*ck is wrong?
If y'all don't like me then leave me alone
Because I'll still set foot right into your home
And leave everything bloody with the lights on
I'm so god damn cold, n*gga, you know
f*ck a b*tch I just met at my show
I don't even know her name, but I know she a go
She having second thoughts, telling she not a hoe
I don't claim that I'm real, I just thought you should know
I don't claim that I'm paid, everybody go broke
I'm just sitting at the top, looking down below
Ain't nobody f*cking with me, I just thought you should know
I'm just living, shawty, I'm just living (x2)
I'm just living, baby, I'm just living (x4)