Cordae - Dream in Color lyrics

Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah I dream in color and I sleep on a canvas I think we all need each other Empathy, that could be our advantage Bad b*tch speak Creole and Spanish She look this way, then I'm likin' my chances Oh, man, why I go on these tangents? Bird's eye view, this sh*t panoramic Still fightin' off my paranoia, sh*t too real, just fired my lawyer Trust issues, I'm needin' to fix it, that could be an empire destroyer You seen what happened to Julius Caesar Stevie Wonder told me, "You are a leader" My girl would forfeit a tennis match to meet my grandmama Man, she truly a keeper (Huh) And I don't know why these blessings is comin' Rich as hell, won't stress over nothin' I don't listen to the public opinion Their portrayal, it is just an assumption And I don't really know what a ni**a been fightin' for, but I'm fightin' for it And every song that I record be savin' lives, I'm type important If I shoot my shot (Mmm, swish, mmm, Michael Jordan) And if I get a lot (It came from the mic recording) Hold on, uh Baby, that's the difference From other ni**as makin' bad decisions Good music, that attract the business My last album was a fu*kin' classic You can listen to that sh*t from start to finish Got good intentions and my heart relentless Drive a Honda Civic with the windows tinted Plus a Lamb' truck, but that sh*t was rented Never no pretendin', let's be transparent I learned that sh*t from my grandparents I've been meditatin', tryna gain clearance But this life sh*t is incoherent as a b*tch Wonder why I'm so down with the sh*ts Single mom, no co-parents in this b*tch Used to walk to the library for the Wi-Fi It was like four Karens in that b*tch But what's your purpose? What's your motives? What's your dreams? What's your goalses? Are your thoughts pure? Are you focused? This a real ni**a diagnosis Are your friends real? Are they bogus? Are they by your side at your lowest? Though I'm not so easily broken But at times, I feel hopeless And I don't know why these blessings is comin' Rich as hell, won't stress over nothin' I don't listen to the public opinion Their portrayal, it is just an assumption And I don't really know what a ni**a been fightin' for, but I'm fightin' for it And every song that I record be savin' lives, I'm type important If I shoot my shot (Mmm, swish, mmm, Michael Jordan) And if I get a lot (It came from the mic recording) Mm, oh-oh-oh Oh, mm-mm Mm-mm Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah, yeah Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah, yeah