Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me bad uh
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me
Know when you see me in that new whip
You think my whip game gotta be proper, couldn't be doctor
Harassment by the coppers
When they pull us over and we reach
Then it couldn't be phone, it gotta be chopper
Gotta pop us, it was protocol
Word to them Fox News know it alls
They know us all, we shoot a gun or shoot a ball
Shoot at one, they'll shoot us all
The shoe fits all, what's to resolve
When they don't see no problem
Yeah we started from the bottom, but we still here
How it feel here they drill here
Shorty got his first set of wheels, it was a wheelchair
16 running from cops or ducking them opps
When they caught him wasn't no ducking them shots
Yeah shorty got popped
Where was pops, probably in his bowl
If he can't trust his own blood he can't trust a soul
Don't recognize the word fathers what the f*ck are those
He could be chasing goals
But too busy chasing hoes or in the Audy, case is closed
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me bad uh
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me
It seem that they think the darker the skin
Co-relates to my fate, the darker the sin
They cut they lights on and tell me park it again
But they don't be barking at him because I'm much darker than them
I get it, I know my city
I know this shit ain't to pretty
I ain't in search for no pity
Probably get searched til I'm 50
It probably never ever change
I probably always get mistaken, look like what's the name
Somebody tell me what's to blame
I'm probably good with the baking soda and taking over
They probably got me mistaken and trying to make a quota
I'm probably getting impatient and trying to make a quarter
Turn into a hundred dollars, get us out the hunneds mama
Get us to that other side
That picket fence ain't big enough to try to run and hide
They probably still gon wanna frisk and try to come inside
Just knowing a gun inside
Clearly it ain't one inside, still ain't like them other guys
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me, bad uh
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me
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Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me bad uh
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me
Know when you see me in that new whip
You think my whip game gotta be proper, couldn't be doctor
Harassment by the coppers
When they pull us over and we reach
Then it couldn't be phone, it gotta be chopper
Gotta pop us, it was protocol
Word to them Fox News know it alls
They know us all, we shoot a gun or shoot a ball
Shoot at one, they'll shoot us all
The shoe fits all, what's to resolve
When they don't see no problem
Yeah we started from the bottom, but we still here
How it feel here they drill here
Shorty got his first set of wheels, it was a wheelchair
16 running from cops or ducking them opps
When they caught him wasn't no ducking them shots
Yeah shorty got popped
Where was pops, probably in his bowl
If he can't trust his own blood he can't trust a soul
Don't recognize the word fathers what the f*ck are those
He could be chasing goals
But too busy chasing hoes or in the Audy, case is closed
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me bad uh
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me
It seem that they think the darker the skin
Co-relates to my fate, the darker the sin
They cut they lights on and tell me park it again
But they don't be barking at him because I'm much darker than them
I get it, I know my city
I know this shit ain't to pretty
I ain't in search for no pity
Probably get searched til I'm 50
It probably never ever change
I probably always get mistaken, look like what's the name
Somebody tell me what's to blame
I'm probably good with the baking soda and taking over
They probably got me mistaken and trying to make a quota
I'm probably getting impatient and trying to make a quarter
Turn into a hundred dollars, get us out the hunneds mama
Get us to that other side
That picket fence ain't big enough to try to run and hide
They probably still gon wanna frisk and try to come inside
Just knowing a gun inside
Clearly it ain't one inside, still ain't like them other guys
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me, bad uh
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me
Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me bad uh
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me
Know when you see me in that new whip
You think my whip game gotta be proper, couldn't be doctor
Harassment by the coppers
When they pull us over and we reach
Then it couldn't be phone, it gotta be chopper
Gotta pop us, it was protocol
Word to them Fox News know it alls
They know us all, we shoot a gun or shoot a ball
Shoot at one, they'll shoot us all
The shoe fits all, what's to resolve
When they don't see no problem
Yeah we started from the bottom, but we still here
How it feel here they drill here
Shorty got his first set of wheels, it was a wheelchair
16 running from cops or ducking them opps
When they caught him wasn't no ducking them shots
Yeah shorty got popped
Where was pops, probably in his bowl
If he can't trust his own blood he can't trust a soul
Don't recognize the word fathers what the f*ck are those
He could be chasing goals
But too busy chasing hoes or in the Audy, case is closed
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me bad uh
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me
It seem that they think the darker the skin
Co-relates to my fate, the darker the sin
They cut they lights on and tell me park it again
But they don't be barking at him because I'm much darker than them
I get it, I know my city
I know this shit ain't to pretty
I ain't in search for no pity
Probably get searched til I'm 50
It probably never ever change
I probably always get mistaken, look like what's the name
Somebody tell me what's to blame
I'm probably good with the baking soda and taking over
They probably got me mistaken and trying to make a quota
I'm probably getting impatient and trying to make a quarter
Turn into a hundred dollars, get us out the hunneds mama
Get us to that other side
That picket fence ain't big enough to try to run and hide
They probably still gon wanna frisk and try to come inside
Just knowing a gun inside
Clearly it ain't one inside, still ain't like them other guys
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me, color me
Color me, bad uh
Color me bad, color me bad uh
Color me, color me, color me
Writer: Dorian Cornelius
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