why didnt you just put the single in the album instead of reposting it

colorblind out now!
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i cant even fit the lyrics

rockin on this shit i put rockets in my lunchbox, little rock in my shoe, kick em out told em to go get the toolbox, monkey wrench a bitch boy dressed in rick got this bitch drenched send me the beat ima drag it to my desktop
buckin on this shit like a horse pockets is incredible, set off a flare send me a message morse code,
some of these people is poor unh cuz u can’t do nun with that pencil
i been countin up the points
stockin on that boy
christmas stockings on the floor
pyeom rockets at that boy, rockets at that boy
wait, wait wait
i put perkys in my spinach
lurkin in the dark then we hit a mark 6 ima go cash out my winnings
huhhhhhh, i done gave that boy prescriptions i done fucked up on my lenses i don’t focus on the bitches, (gibberish idk)
two pack in my drawers lifted
is u kiddin me, riddle me this, how u get so broke that quick, hm, busy as a beeotch drownin in my piss, piss, pissin on that bitch, bite a chunk right off my bitch, double dutch my neckalace, i been hearin all the shit you talk, wock, trix, sip drank, piss stank, kissin cups, hit my membrane, browsing trousers on the internet, bowser flame, hide the shit before the pigs come browsin in this thang, come browsin in this thang, i been sippin on that drank
wait, wait i thought the song’s over, wait i have to keep rappin, AUGH
crazy like a cat lady
i’m batshit, bet my pistol taste like laffy taffy
bitch taste it, face this, move matrix i’m floating though your field of vision space coupe with the lasers
inject the slime into my blood i be slidin with my slugs never on time its no rush for me, bitch i know my thugs will die for me-kinda guys ima know for life-lined up poles on me got stripes, tony tiger i put two tone diamonds up up on my ice ice ice ice,
baby i had to pay the price, she lookin at me i said aight, cool fucked this bitch all night, then she told me i changed her life ooh she trippin talkin all night,
i told her ima dark magician, she used to be a devout christian,
doubled up my digits switch it up bitch, rick owens on my butt, i don’t owe a bitch shit, huh, what the fuck
oceans of the juice sippin, leaf blowin dat lil bitch away, forrest gump ima run this shit, YEAHH
with my two color switch stuck in the spectrum don’t know, what these boys spectin i still up the scope in position, medusa head my shoes, sippin on some juice swear it be talkin to me i’m attentively listening
pissin on these bitches, i be pissin on these bitches, i’m too pissed for this shit, bought a new wrist for my bitch put a bitch on top of that bitch, thats a bitch… sandwich
i’m actually colorblind by the way, deuteronopia or something like that, i don’t even know, don’t send me those fucking circle things though, swear to god
at this point you don’t even have to listen you can just, you can just turn-you can just go to the next track bruh, i don’t even care, ight whatever, i’m goin
lay.. serz i seeing straight through yo hologram, bitch, yea we heard, i said give me some space like an alien,
wait, i need to drop some classics wanna feel like i’m killacam, bitch, stirrr the pot i finna give u this purple potion this purple potion, yea this purple potion
dis shit hurt, tired of carrying the whole game on my back, i already got all these boulders on my neck, come on, you can’t even copy my tracks, she gave me the sloppiest sack, dih bih get to hoppin like its a potato race, fuck is up with that, fuck is up with that
i focus on the bag, i give a little bit, back to the rats, 
i ride with a touille, eat up, the kaas, feel like i’m remy, i suck up on ha tit, hm, (TURN IT UPP) beatin the booty up with my bat, reachin right through me like i am vision bitch i step on solid grass, couple steppas big sippas yea we known for breakin up the glass, i been giving big bands backhand to a bitch, look like, mrs pacman this a big ass ratchet for my hands here hold it, lil pissant kiss ass, throw some rocks on my boys lookatem glisten

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hi sp33d

SOLAR is baked in the sun. impulsive creativity over brash and bulky beats, but that’s the flavor of it. sprinkles of talk about money & love along with a good helping of flexing. it’s playful, fun, exciting. a reminder to not take things so seriously. and to go outside!!! soak up the sun! to me, this project is a snapshot before i go on to the bigger plans i have for my music. i hope you all enjoy this taste of ideas i’ve put down.

cmt

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