Written by David “HANDL” Hector

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Oh

Yeah

I got my mic right

…

They often say the grass is greener where you water it

And if you got a dream you work harder than hard to follow it

I was a shallow Hal

Praying to a Father that’s hallowed

Daily bread wasn’t enough to keep my stomach from hollowing

Used to cut class

Just go down to the studio

Cooked up in a lab

But not the type to use the overcoat

I overspoke and filled the pad with rhymes

I guess I overflow

Go for broke I put on the line

Like I was walking rope

Talking dope and hoping

That I’d fully be accepted

Wasn’t being myself

I needed another method

The realest form of art

is the one that comes from the heart

The way you were put together

Is what can set you apart

Remember time is subjective when it comes to your grind

Worry less about the forrest

Just cut a tree at a time

(Yeah)

Switched the color pallete

Now I’m seeing life in different hues

I paint a perfect picture

And I gave it to you

(Yeah)

The colors

The Colors

The Colors

The Colors

Green

Yellow

Blue

(The Colors)

Are you dreaming

Are you living

Is your world any better

Are you Comfortable

Are you sure

Don’t sleep

Wake up

Wake up

Wake Up

Wake Up

(Wake Up)