Lyrics True Colors - Joseph Rose

These are mah true colors, yah
This is who I am,
I used to try to blame pap, pointed the guilty finger at him a lot
Trynna use him to justify when I got caught,
Little mini-meal milk in every last fuckin' drop
I just folded down the hand I was dealt,
Did what I had to do, took my profit advent
What's the difference if he sell the a bag of apples to announce
It's all way the same way, anyway what the hell?
Hard work got me to the place that I am now,
You can prolly tell I'm just happy and livin' well
Try to stay fit, eat good and focus on mental health
Call me selfish, I'm just givin' back to myself
I'm not the least bit bother with all your
Bullshit, stop lookin' this way and givin' me fuckin' lit
You have one chance, that's it,
Don't come around here lookin' for a
Quick fix (Quick fix, quick fix, quick fix)
What the fuck you expect, man? Everyones tryna get rich
(Get rich, get rich, get rich)

(Hook)
I always knew I've been something.
'Cause I came from nothing and I ain't even frontin'
I don't give a fuck what you think
I always knew I've been something
I finally got everything.
And I'mma share with the whole world

I don't know what to say, this life is all I know
I went down the wrong road a long time ago, I never went to class,
Never mind the honour road,
I wonder whose that fault could have been in Joe
Walkin' around lookin' like a tattooed asshole,
People probably think that I'm dumb and
Uneducated. but luckily it's never too late to graduate
That's why I upgraded, bumped up my GPA,
Wanna to get the paper certificate just in case,
Have a buck-up plan in place 'cause everything comes to an end
Eventually I probably could stand,
Get tired of running on a rainbow chasin' a pot of gold
And look some voices fade when we get old,
I can't rap in model forever and fuck being a rock star,
Watch we roam the globe in my executive jet that I can land on my own
Fuck cellular data, just text my satellite phone,
No time to sit around and wait for your little WiFi call
I'm hovering above T Dot, oh. headin' down a Mexico (Spanish talking)
Discussing business over avocado taco,
Drinking coconut water out of wooden
Bottle, kinda like a good role model
Live long and prosper's my motherfucking motto
My skin's white but I bleed red.
True colors, true colors, true colors
Yeah I got the one and only, there's no other,
I got the utmost respect from mah baby's mother,
I do a lot of dirt but I'm a faithful lover,
Not to mention a nice boss and a loyal
Brother with a lot of obsessive compulsiveness
I'm not tellin' you not to take that shot,
But you might cock and miss, blatant ignorance is obvious
Read more books, drink more water and get scholarships
I want the fame so I can take a shit on all of it
And sit around and drink wine and eat olives with
Engineers and investors in develop for inner
City colleges, I want to franchise my own wing, ah
I call it music 101,
What the fuck ever happened to writin' about real things
For the last ten fucking years it's been
Money, cars, clothes, benz doors and diamond rings
I'm not sitting around saying that I don't like those
Things, and I already make enough to go and buy those things
I would rather build an apartment and rent it out
And eventually do the same with the skyscraper downtown
Yeah, shit,
I'll never forget where I'm from, I just can't stick around
(Stick around, stick around, stick around)

(Hook)
I always knew I've been something.
(True colors, true colors, true colors)
'Cause I came from nothing and I ain't even frontin'
I don't give a fuck what you think
I always knew I've been something
I finally got everything.
And I'mma share with the whole world