Listen, stream, read the lyrics, mp3 download, buy “Blue Yellow Green Pink White” off Wale’s brand new The Imperfect Storm extended play (album).
Wale Blue Yellow Green Pink White
Wale has officially returned to the fold, moved to speak on recent events with his brand new EP The Imperfect Storm. And while there remains plenty of material to unpack for those willing to sit down and listen — as you probably should with a lyricist of his caliber — sometimes a little escapism can go a long way. In that sense, the bouncy “Blue Yellow Green Pink White” is probably the most accessible track on a surface listen, the closest to a banger the project has to offer.
Over a smooth instrumental courtesy of Lakim, Wale gets kaleidoscopic as he navigates the percussion with confidence. “Grippin’ on the back road, I been gettin’ distant,” he spits, in his opening lines. “I be gettin’ hot, cold, still be gettin’ bitches. “Look at my ambition, through all my transgression / Tomato or tomato, man, I’m still playin’.” As they say, you can’t keep a good man down; as long as Wale has a message to spread, he’ll continue to do so. And luckily, it would appear he flow hasn’t dulled in the slightest.
Wale – Blue Yellow Green Pink White
Lyrics
[Intro]
Look, haha
Yeah
[Chorus]
Blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain’t ’bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four at the same time
[Verse 1]
Grippin’ on the back road, I been gettin’ distant
I be gettin’ hot, cold, still be gettin’ bitches
Look at my ambition, through all my transgression
Tomato or tomato, man, I’m still playin’ (Turn it up)
Yeah, catchin’ a story, not a special
Used to pop a yellow bus and I was on the metro
Flexin’, if you know, you know, you know the reference
When you get to floatin’ you don’t know what is impressive
My homies still struggle, my other homie lovin’
And one of them a product of a mother who a junkie
The other one makin’ seven figures, doin’ nothin
He gon’ pull up on me, say “Turn it up”
[Chorus]
Look, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain’t ’bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four at the same time
[Verse 2]
I be sayin’ anything, don’t be thinkin’ twice
I prolly traumatize every woman in my life
I used to fantasize on some women that I met
But I don’t stick around when they easy to forget
The people so stressed, I’m geekin’ off two
My skin is all black, I think I need a blue
My bitches won’t see me ‘less she see me on tour
I said, “It’s OnlyFans,” that’s where she even the score
Oh, man, fuck it
We both know she bad, we both know I ain’t cuffin’
Ah, oh, fuck it
We both got it bad, we both addicted to somethin’
Some bitches about clout, some bitches about money
Some niggas get high where shit ain’t about nothin’
Slip in the ’54, I’m kickin’ it by summer
Then here come a pandemic, I’m jokin’, I’m back, junkie
Numb and I feel nothin’, livin’ in my bubble
Quarantinin’ with demons, I’m livin’ with my struggle
Niggas is dyin’ on me, the President lyin’ to me
I got me a five on me, I’ma turn it up
[Chorus]
Yeah, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
Never judge someone of a muhfuckin’ vice
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four, then go online
[Verse 3]
A little Badu, a little bit of Jill
I told her it was sage, it was ganja, for real
The pharmacy was raided, they ain’t got it for real
The block jumpin’ for real, man, my lil’ niggas (Turn it up)
[Chorus]
Boy, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain’t ’bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four
[Outro]
Never mind, I’m out
Ah, ah, mmm, ah, ah
It’s everyday life in America, man, I just keep it honest
(Turn it up) Fade me out
Ah, fade me
Oh, this not the mothafuckin’ percolator?
