Changing Colours (prod. Blasé)

[VERSE 1] Seasons pass like stools, fuck the cool is out I see a hundred fools' drooling mouths like they knew about What's new in town, all the snow is moving out Go from this all white, dark sky, to these colours all around Ungh, fucking ecstatic One-step backflip The warmth has me feeling like a meth addict Just gimme more, 'fore we reach frame number 10, I will Start to go spastic, nomadic, keep it moving Yeah the heat is soothing, but the goal's to make the movement As heavy as Biggie's feet and the shoes they cruised in It's the elusive lucid, need to get his screws fixed Barely sober, scary bopper that makes crazy music I try to keep the crew with me when I hit the park Pockets Oprah Winfrey, when the cold quits the city, AW But then I get rid of chips, bank account, finish it My bills changing colours like this Montreal hill I'm in [HOOK] Dolla bill photosynthesis Shit that I'm dealin with From brown to red to green (x2) [VERSE 2] It's a small world, it's a small world It's a small world but it's my world Try to get an understanding I need paid advances in the pocket like Peyton Manning Money - don't take for granted So when the weather rise All these streets I terrorize Show you the time all over the map like the weather guy I'm on a Montreal-New York-Paris axis I'm laxing, fielding calls from girls with spanish accents Middle of the night, continental chain reaction French roots, but my mental is anglo-saxon Cause I can never lose, no negatives in my forecast Before rap, I was reserved like federal But now I'm out here, summer all year, it's never cool I'm 6'2, but I feel 10'6 in my tennis shoes BOOM, BAYAY I need the fuel I'm bout to sue Kanye For a pair of boots Gimme a parachute, I'm free-falling Yet the feet stalling, won't stop As long as the bank keeps callin' [HOOK] Dolla bill photosynthesis Shit that I'm dealin with From brown to red to green (x2) [VERSE 3] It's a small world, it's a small world It's a small world but it's my world Acting like I'd never leave Just spent my last forty bucks on a set of trees like it's meant to be No need to pay for heat when it's 'round twenty degrees And the absence of food in my stomach just lessens the fees Ease, in my moves, groove, on the beat Cheap, never true, but I'm truly unique I lost my wallet on el Saint-Lo Went inside a bar, but I never came home Case closed, memory's gone cause I stay stoned Addicts keep getting fed quarters, like payphones It's easy to get lost in a Montreal summer Side streets are quicksands to the 900 number My life like thunder, never know where I'll strike next Don't even try, you can't catch me - my flight left Broke yet international, I always find a way So fly that most times I don't even have to pay… [HOOK] Dolla bill photosynthesis Shit that I'm dealin with From brown to red to green (x2)