ROY G. BIV Lyrics

ROY G. BIV Lyrics

Was this freckle face nigga mogs used to call red
Roll tide soul had auburn in his head
Light brown skin a family trait he didn't share
Used to try to make niggas use his real name instead

Color theory
Uhh
Color theory

Whole lotta green
All kinda green in this b**ch
I understand why it infatuate
You could be in limelight's too
All you gotta do is exaggerate
Smoking on something chartreuse
I guess a nigga tend to oversaturate wit this hue
See blue faces and jaded eyes
And olive branches and blatant lies
You could get this too

Color theory

What brush stroke you get stuck in
What kinda pallet is you mixed up in
What perspectives did yo sh*t up end

Them black lights come out and we see that we all stained
Them pink slips come out and you can't have enough drive
They been pulling yellow cards on the squad
All game we just tryna kick it
Channel orange got enough vibes
Can I be frank
f**k the silver and blonde
Need these ebony flows
Out the white the gaze and beyond
Ain't no more gray area tho
That ain't the shade that we on

Color theory