produced by nextime

lyrics

u dont let me talk abt it
u steal off my colour palette
im still havin dreams abt it
re routed my brain so i dont see ur palette

huh
im over u
ive got nothing left tht i owe to u

its over me its over u
dont bend our truth 2 favour u

saw u in colour i aint seen b4
3 tabs in this is too much more
dont ignore my open door
my muscles seize my eyes r sore

plug load me up b4 im out the door
im remaining calm cant last 4 long
all i see is white when i sleep
ya dmts ruined me
who wants 2 dream when their psyched up
talk big
dont let em know the real u
everyone use who they know
only friends w you when they know ur worth
hey man thats not even bad ive meetin worse

palette p. nextime

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