Текст песни Orange (Too Good to Be True) [feat. Moscow Apartment] - Vadell Gabriel
Vadell
and
Chidow,
back
again
And
this
time,
we're
gonna
do
it
a
little
differently
Kick
it
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like
the
colour
orange
as
it
creeped
through
the
skyline
Six
in
the
morn,
the
crack
of
dawn,
Still
writing
rhymes
In
the
studio,
as
the
sun
creeps
across
my
desk
Ripping
pages
out
my
scribbler
cuz
I'm
all
vexed
Phone's
blowing
up,
but
I
got
it
stuck
on
mute
Cuz
I
got
no
more
time
for
a
waste
yute
Spent
five
years
trying
to
get
my
life
on
track
But
you're
still
on
my
sacroiliac,
trying
to
get
back
in
my
life
Why
you
acting
so
trife?
Tryin
to
flip
the
script
when
I'm
still
writing
the
book
You
walking
crooked
lines,
biting
rhymes
and
styles
Trying
to
get
juice
by
vandalizing
Wikipedia
profiles
Why
you
acting
like
a
child?
You
blow
up
my
socials,
trying
to
get
my
attention
Sliding
in
my
DMs,
profiles
and
mentions
Going
on
half
a
decade,
and
you
still
trying
to
fade
me
Now
I'm
thinking
back
to
when
you
tried
to
play
me
And
lately,
I
wonder
why
you're
still
at
my
throat
You
need
to
Float
On,
and
Set
Adrift
on
Memory
Bliss
Cuz
I
got
no
time
for
ya
games,
little
miss
And
I
don't
mean
to
diss,
but
this
is
pure
clownery
Cuz
I've
moved
on,
yet
you're
still
hounding
me
I
don't
mean
to
break
hearts,
but
what
you
did
forced
me
to
depart
And
I'd
be
lying
if
I
said
there
was
no
good
times
But
you
had
nothing
but
distrust
for
the
Divine
Shine
Accused
me
of
cheating,
scheming,
and
lying
So
I
had
to
bounce,
cuz
you
was
straight
up
wildin'
It
was
music
night,
but
the
lights
was
too
good
to
be
true
So
I
won't
bust
my
camera
up
trying
to
find
you,
cuz
I...
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
I
used
to
like
orange
as
it
shined
on
the
floor
at
Midnight
Then
it
took
a
different
shade
when
I
saw
you
in
the
spotlight
Love
at
first
sight?
Wasn't
sure,
but
I
liked
your
style
Had
to
ask
if
you'd
wanna
kick
it
for
a
while
And
we
did,
got
to
know
each
other,
found
common
interests
Kicked
freestyles
to
see
who
was
the
best
Soon
we
found
amour,
and
became
lovers
Always
loved
it
when
you
called
me
a
sexy
mother...
well,
uh
It
was
good
for
a
minute,
then
I
gradually
saw
the
signs
Tried
to
cut
off
my
friends,
and
control
my
rhymes
Taking
show
money,
even
though
you
weren't
on
the
bill
And
don't
forget
about
my
friend
that
you
threatened
to
kill
You
was
trippin,
and
if
I
objected,
you
wouldn't
listen
And
when
I
finally
chose
to
leave,
you
started
dissin
Not
just
me,
but
the
whole
damn
city,
what
a
pity
Who
knew
orange
would
cause
such
frigging
stress
What
a
damn
mess
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Was
I
a
perfect
lover?
Hell
no,
I
had
many
flaws
Egotistic,
slobbish,
ain't
got
the
room
to
list
it
all
Far
from
husband
material,
heh,
no
doubt
But
one
thing
I'd
never
do
is
take
food
out
ya
mouth
Like
you
tried
to
do
with
me
I
see
you
still
jocking
with
new
accounts,
and
I
keep
blocking
It's
shocking
how
you
kept
this
up
for
five
years
straight
In
Ottawa
talking
ish,
gimmie
a
break,
ya
snake
So
here's
the
Vizine,
encoded
in
my
rhyme
scheme
Lighting
up
ya
vision
like
Toyota
high
beams
So
you'll
see
and
observe
that
Vadell
ain't
the
same
herb
And
the
baggage
you
caused
is
staying
out
on
the
curb
Now
it's
7 AM,
and
the
orange
is
gone
I
scribble
down
my
lyrics
as
I
finish
this
song
It
ain't
my
style
to
punch
down,
but
you
going
too
far
Living
rich,
but
you
broke,
acting
like
you
a
star
So
why
you
fronting,
tryin'
to
stunt
on
the
Maestro
Ain't
nothing
to
gain
by
putting
on
a
show
Call
me
misogynistic,
but
I
never
called
you
out
your
name
And
if
I
gotta
be
honest,
it's
a
damn
shame
That
you
wanna
run
this
game,
I
didn't
wanna
do
another
track
But
you
gave
me
no
choice
but
to
push
back
It
was
music
night,
but
the
light
was
too
good
to
be
true
So
I
won't
bust
my
camera
up
trying
to
find
you,
cuz
I...
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
Didn't
like,
didn't
like,
didn't
like
the
colour
orange
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