Tekster:
True Colors Behind You

to you to you.. listen you?re going down you?re nowhere to be found you?re going down your face hit the ground where are you where are you now

' T, Ice, Ice motherfuckin' T Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker Rip motherfucker, die motherfucker You don't give love and you won't get loved You don't push and you

Rosco to put you back, in place I'm what you call a destructive warpath It'll be a shell shower in today's forecast You a gangsta? I can't tell You diamonds

They got me caught up in a situation,hectic,got me crazy like glue My homies dyin for colors,but me im ridin for true See i aint sidin wit you,im always

in her car, Lost in west Omaha, And we'd get drunk and kiss, our bodies twist like shoelaces, And we never came untied, I guess you were just my type, You

he had a sense Of color and composition so magnificent And he said, "Thank you, please but your flattery Is truly not becoming me, your eyes are poor You are blind, you

Friends we've been for so long Now true colors are showing Makes me wanna cry, oh yes, it does 'Cause I had to say goodbye By now I should know That

palm, I got the telekinesis Concentrate on a piece of food, blow it to pieces I can see through walls and guess the color you're wearin' Before you walk

with you if in you But if you all aint with me come and get me Never say what someone wont do Only if you will always stay true Jealousy is always among