Lyrics Coldred - Dayotone

Ugh look
I fold the pressure, roll the extra. Sprayed roaches on my
Dresser, I noticeA trove treasure on the eye
Lens I'm a true doobie collector, ruby red receptors
Just a peck a wreck ya, for the record.
And I still feel as high as light bill an ideal
That im crack keep me up at night still wide wheel
Grippin' still spinning' like the web crawler
In the wee hours of the bed crawlers head harlots
Cracked a few eggs just to get to the damn omelette
Wont be caught dead fuck the pigs i'm the damn farmer
Remember to check your head for what you want something got to give
Flip the script or etch-a-sketch the picture flo slicka
Then the Mississippi River. You know when I saliva I
Deliver. PH balance eloquent equate to quench, Essentia (Huuhh)
And whining doesn't win up in the dessert huh Shapiro
So go on cork it fork it over to the mural

Cold red I got the green light uh
Cold red I got the green light uh
Cold red I got the green light uh
Cold red I got the green light uh

Dayotone dumb like uhhh
Why you act dumb like uhh duh
They don't won't none like uhh duh
Cold red, I got the green light

My hands up my hands up
They warn me to put my hands up but im.
The shooter
My hands up my hands up
They warn me to put my hands up but im.
The shooter

I got to pen my story, and never crop that
My mean mug coffee, I be-long black
We had our clothe cross-cut, we aint saw-jack
Tomb diggers in the field where the cows at, Plow! (inhale)
Don't get off of track or thats ya ass boy
Karma will hustle faster if your ask for it or actually a
Bad boy but breaking the rules a Rebel's all about boy
Leave you and your buddy muddy, puffy, puppy chow boy!
So don't get lost in Italian marinara im a
Walking trendsetter i'm talking gold bricks no
Sun kissed medallion or spoken merit can come
Close to the city im in, City of Sin. Pin it
Day-O

Cold red I got the green light uh
Cold red I got the green light uh
Cold red I got the green light uh
Cold red I got the green light uh

Dayotone dumb like uhhh
Why you act dumb like uhh duh
They don't won't none like uhh duh
Cold red, I got the green light

I got to pen my story, and never crop that
My mean mug coffee, I be-long black
We had our clothe cross-cut, we aint saw-jack
Tomb diggers in the field where the cows at, Plow! (Inhale)