Mr. Solo Dolo (Colors)

Demons tryna catch me and my baby mama chip in two
Life is not no box of chocolates, this shit more like dinner food
My shooters on LSD, he will take a trip to you
Might put this up on the tape, I might make this the interlude
I knew I would make it, told you this when we was still in school
I been movin forward and I swear it’s like you didn’t move
Me not makin it, I mean that shit just not logistical
I’m too hype, bitch I’m too high
I cannot control my homies, they too high like Summer Jam