Colors by IsaiahThe3rd Lyrics

I’ve been looking for a honey
Only focused on her money
Coke, acid and the pills, pills, pills
Man the worlds full of junkies
Tree hugging when it’s sunny
I keep collars on my bunnies
All my sisters they be angry
When they find me with the colors
I’m just looking for a lover

My favorite ones are green and gold so
Please don’t tell me how to love me
R.I.P. out to my puppy
Stomach turning had me suffering
You a dealer or the custy?
Chum Bucket or the Krusty?
Either bee stings or busty
Every Angel need a Buffy
Drinking Merlot like they slushies

Cashmere call her Jazmine
When she faded off Mimosas
Watch her turn into a pornstar
Home movies like Brendon
Tip teasing got it tender
Pull up with a fucking lemon
I got seeds she got melons
Every exit ain’t an entrance
Pheromonies or the shellfish?
They got levels to the Benzes
Every pussy ain’t a heaven
Swiping on Tinder
Somebody’s bio: “Tryna take pics in your mirror”
Used to dancing with the killers
Now her motion picture Thriller
She remind me of novellas
Action movies got her tearing
Pussy only rival Beerus
College student her appearance
No one told her I’m the villain?
Got em choking Reggie Miller

Where’s my Chloe, Halle or Solana?
Ella Mai or lady Jorja?
Gabi Wilson? Mahalia?
One day baby ima find ya
In the wild like Eliza
Really hoping you’re a rider
Not vagina, talking lifer
I got essays no 1 liners
I know everybody want ya
Don’t deprive me of them waters

I got some money in stocks, hope it don’t drop
Tryna be wealthy in 5 years
Chasing bourbon with the scotch
Damn why do they hate when my kind here?
I got permits for the cops
I got good at taking shots
I’m just tryna own a block
Every color on my smock
Got em dancing for Degas
I be looking at their jeans
Tryna get up in that helix
Dark chocolate in the cream
Never said she was an actress
Really good at making scenes
Only 8ths up in her backwoods
She be snapping call her Thanos
Got me hiding in my camo
Went from chilling in the chatroom
Now a guest on her cam show
They gon tell you what you can't do
Better not have em near you
If you’re useful, ima keep you
Good with math? Run the susu
I ain’t nothing that you’re used to
Only weakness, maybe new moons

Some be smelling like Naraku
Don’t be drinking out their bottle
All their heroes were the Cosby’s
All my heroes turned to fossils
Doing dirt behind the ivory
No escaping what the eye see
Nothings ever really private
Ain’t no pluses only minus
Really tryna get beside ya
Sleeping on ya, hit the siren
She be dreaming of the Titans
In and out the Carolinas
She could teach you bout designer
What she got? Not from China
Switching Pandas when she’s tired
Heard her cousins on the 9ers
They got Murals on their body
Photocopied thank you Iris
Sugar baby is a grinder
Always smelling like some coffee
Never been a 9 to 5er
Ain’t no heart up in the tin man
You might never get your bitch back
Opened up without a wristband
Every roster play the 6th man
In that Pinky on my Riff Raff
No time for chit chat

I’ve been looking for a honey
Only focused on her money
She don’t care about the public
If she’s in it bet it’s comfy
Homegrown ain’t a junkie
Tree hugging when it’s sunny
I keep collars on my bunnies
All my sisters they be angry
When they find me with the colors
They think I’m sunken
Judging my loving

I got some money in stocks, hope it don’t drop
Tryna be wealthy in 5 years
Chasing bourbon with the scotch
Damn why do they hate when my kind here?
I got permits for the cops
I got good at taking shots
I’m just tryna own a block
Every color on my smock
Got em dancing for Degas