Color Blinded - Chris Travis

2014 shit, nigga

How y’all motherfuckers feel about that?

Everytime I drop a project

Create new sound, give me my shit right back

Niggas boosted y’all head up, thinking you on

No, but that shit whack

Everytime I see a black car, catch me in that motherfucker

Smoking good weed in the back

Ain’t got shit on my mind but stacking all my money to the ceiling

I ain’t doing shit, motherfucker, but eating good and fucking living

Nigga, don’t complain what the fuck is wrong?

If y’all don’t like me then leave me alone

Because I’ll still set foot right into your home

And leave everything bloody with the lights on

I’m so god damn cold, nigga, you know

Fuck a bitch I just met at my show

I don’t even know her name, but I know she a go

She having second thoughts, telling she not a hoe

I don’t claim that I’m real, I just thought you should know

I don’t claim that I’m paid, everybody go broke

I’m just sitting at the top, looking down below

Ain’t nobody fucking with me, I just thought you should know

I’m just living, shawty, I’m just living (x2)

I’m just living, baby, I’m just living (x4)