Colors - Black Pumas

I woke up to the morning sky, first

Baby blue, just like we rehearsed

When I get up off this ground, I shake leaves back down

To the brown, brown, brown, brown

'Til I'm clean

F#mThen I walk where I'd be shaded by the trees

By a meadow of green

For about a mile

I'm headed to town, town, town

In style

It's a good day (To be), a good day for me,

good day to see my favorite colors, colors.

My sisters and my brothers, they see 'em like no other,

all my favorite colors.

Now take me to the other side

Little bitty blues bird flies

And gray clouds, or white walls, or blue skies

We gon' fly, feel alright

And we gon '(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Yeah

It sound like A(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Yeah

The least I can say, I anticipate

A homecoming parade as we renegade

In the morning, right on