Jacob G. - Paper Winds Lyrics

Category five on the 5 action news
What do we do? We stay tuned
In to what they say we're supposed to do
Stay woke, it’s just broke
Money ain’t comin' in fast enough
Masked life gonna mean opposite good health
If you think about it, we’re being trained to hide ourselves
Paper wind blowing
Don’t know who’s writing these letters in my head
Truest blue showing yeah
And colors make me feel like I understand
This human color wheel
Paints how we can feel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us
This human color wheel
Paints how we can feel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us
6 feet, might as well talk from the grave
Chip on the card, chip in the arm
Home of the vain
Liquidation on the things we don’t need
Now we got fresh air, blue skies sometimes
But we ain’t allowed to breathe
No we ain’t allowed to leave
Oh I miss those days yeah
What they used to be, used to be, used to be like...
Wake up (Stay woke), do what you want yeah
Wake up (Stay woke), do what you want yeah
Paper wind blowing
Don’t know who’s writing these letters in my head
Truest blue showing yeah
And colors make me feel like I understand
This human color wheel
Paints how we can feel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us
Paper wind blowing
Don’t know who’s writing these letters in my head
Truest blue showing yeah
And colors make me feel like I understand
This human color wheel
Paints how we can feel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us
This human color wheel
Paints how we can feel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us
This human color wheel
This human color wheel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us

Category five on the 5 action news
What do we do? We stay tuned
In to what they say we're supposed to do
Stay woke, it’s just broke
Money ain’t comin' in fast enough
Masked life gonna mean opposite good health
If you think about it, we’re being trained to hide ourselves
Paper wind blowing
Don’t know who’s writing these letters in my head
Truest blue showing yeah
And colors make me feel like I understand
This human color wheel
Paints how we can feel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us
This human color wheel
Paints how we can feel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us
6 feet, might as well talk from the grave
Chip on the card, chip in the arm
Home of the vain
Liquidation on the things we don’t need
Now we got fresh air, blue skies sometimes
But we ain’t allowed to breathe
No we ain’t allowed to leave
Oh I miss those days yeah
What they used to be, used to be, used to be like...
Wake up (Stay woke), do what you want yeah
Wake up (Stay woke), do what you want yeah
Paper wind blowing
Don’t know who’s writing these letters in my head
Truest blue showing yeah
And colors make me feel like I understand
This human color wheel
Paints how we can feel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us
Paper wind blowing
Don’t know who’s writing these letters in my head
Truest blue showing yeah
And colors make me feel like I understand
This human color wheel
Paints how we can feel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us
This human color wheel
Paints how we can feel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us
This human color wheel
This human color wheel
This human color wheel
It makes us
It breaks us