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carns hill, knucks & youngs teflon - colours lyrics

[intro: knucks]
(srb separation confirmed
coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds)
(production)
hey

[verse 1: knucks]
babe, don’t get me wrong, i’ve had a long tour
wednesday, arrivederci, thursday’s bonjour
heard they was tryna push their word on me to conform
every night a trend dies, another one’s born
i can never live my life, i’m tryna watch yours
spyin’ out the eyehole of the front door
sometimes i reference older lessons i was once taught
back then i reckon we were bredrins, now i’m unsure
babe, don’t get me wrong, i’m tryna keep this pushin’
but feel that forcin’ on the door each time i squeeze my foot in
didn’t need a look+in, but i knew they see me cookin’
now the chefs proudest dish earns itself an easy bookin’
don’t forget tips, chefs kiss, you longin’ for it
she wanna connect lips and get her tongue in for it
i saw your text, but i left it till the other mornin’
if it ain’t bread, then i’m sorry, babe, it’s just unimportant
but don’t get me wrong, i’m tryna vet these songs
true, those nights in the studio was where you met me from
replies, whether long, always get responses
no lies on that front, that’s what you said you wanted
plenty times i pay the price of bein’ honest
could’ve swiped it, but i might just pay for it in dollars
gotta get me right before i’m giftin’ lovers
if i like it then i buy the sh+t in different colours
[verse 2: youngs teflon]
if i like it, then i buy her sh+t in different colours
yeah, that’s my brother, we just got different mothers
you know jimmy always creepin’ under different covers (uh)
only got one heart, but i got different lovers
i’m out in italy, they askin’ how the wine taste
tryin’ out the latest louis v with a fine babe (uh)
different price range
po handled thirty by the fireplace
you can pay for food, but can’t buy taste
i’ve been around the world twice, they still hangin’ in the same spot
where them bullets fall like raindrops
i’m gettin’ on with it
no longer askin’ god when the pain stops
i’m just gonna get off when the train stops
twelve for the footwear
had to kick her out the crib ‘cah she bad ties, i had a good year
i’m flyin’ straight, now i’m in good care
so try know i ain’t walkin’ in no house if there’s buj there

- carns hill knucks youngs teflon lyrics

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