Kimistomb - Colors

★ intro ★
Oh my god, kimi
Serenity
Yeah (ha), huh
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Yeah-yeah (ha), huh
Yeah-yeah-yeah (ha), huh
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Yeah-yeah-yeah (ha), huh

★ verse ★
'member the times when i ain’t have shit, i ain't have nothin'
’member the times where i was copying, now i got hella sons
'member the times where i was happy, i found true love
'member the days where my life had colors, i had my sun
'member i was smiling for no reason, now my smile gone
'member the times where i was alone, i ain't had no one
Swear i might just crash out, lose control, like i'm gohan
If you know what i know, hide your ho
If you know what i know, hide your ho, can't trust no one
Yeah, i lowkey miss my ex but she a ho
Yeah, i lowkey miss my ex but she a ho, and she a slow one
I swear that i’m not from this world
Don’t let yo' ho see me, i’ma take your fucking girl
When i was a lover boy i gave her diamonds and pearls, woah, woah
That shit in the past lil' ho im hurt
You can't take the easy way, you gotta put in work
Lowkey feel like giving up
Lowkey feel like giving up, i'm joking; shout-out kirk
Shout-out stella, he a real stepper, he totin’ guns, he ain't totin' nerfs
I had to cut this ho off, she was getting on my nerves
Yeah, we chasing fucking paper, chasing bread, like some birds
Bitch i'm going dumb, going stupid, shit's absurd
Bitch we going dumb, going stupid, going berzerk
I just move in silence, i don't say shit, like i'm ferb
'member when i ain't had rizz, i was getting curved
Now i got hoes, left and right, ready to twerk
Suicidal doors on a car, like i'm kurt
Got this ho waiting for me like a dog when i go to work
She said she wanna try drugs, told her no, what's a perc?
Told hino pull up in that hellcat, we gon' swerve
You wanna crash out? i call up kenny, he gon' get you murked
I dont need a luger, i'ma get dee to put yo' face in the dirt
Hit up raz and mason, they gon yank a nigga, put him in a hearse
Call up alfred, just like batman, we gon' pull up to they turf
I can't cuff that ho, her nigga is a herb bro
I'ma get my bag and flip it, kick hoes to the curb bro
I know you do niggas wrong, can't make you my main ho
I'ma fuck you, then i'm going ghost in that fucking phantom
I'm a demigod, i know, feel it in my veins bro
What we had wasn't love, all that shit was fake bro, woah, woah