Vadell Gabriel - Orange (Too Good to Be True) [feat. Moscow Apartment] Lyrics

Vadell and Chidow, back again
And this time, we're gonna do it a little differently
Kick it

Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange

Didn't like the colour orange as it creeped through the skyline
Six in the morn, the crack of dawn, Still writing rhymes
In the studio, as the sun creeps across my desk
Ripping pages out my scribbler cuz I'm all vexed
Phone's blowing up, but I got it stuck on mute
Cuz I got no more time for a waste yute
Spent five years trying to get my life on track
But you're still on my sacroiliac, trying to get back in my life
Why you acting so trife? Tryin to flip the script when I'm still writing the book
You walking crooked lines, biting rhymes and styles
Trying to get juice by vandalizing Wikipedia profiles
Why you acting like a child?
You blow up my socials, trying to get my attention
Sliding in my DMs, profiles and mentions
Going on half a decade, and you still trying to fade me
Now I'm thinking back to when you tried to play me
And lately, I wonder why you're still at my throat
You need to Float On, and Set Adrift on Memory Bliss
Cuz I got no time for ya games, little miss
And I don't mean to diss, but this is pure clownery
Cuz I've moved on, yet you're still hounding me
I don't mean to break hearts, but what you did forced me to depart
And I'd be lying if I said there was no good times
But you had nothing but distrust for the Divine Shine
Accused me of cheating, scheming, and lying
So I had to bounce, cuz you was straight up wildin'
It was music night, but the lights was too good to be true
So I won't bust my camera up trying to find you, cuz I...

Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange

I used to like orange as it shined on the floor at Midnight
Then it took a different shade when I saw you in the spotlight
Love at first sight? Wasn't sure, but I liked your style
Had to ask if you'd wanna kick it for a while
And we did, got to know each other, found common interests
Kicked freestyles to see who was the best
Soon we found amour, and became lovers
Always loved it when you called me a sexy mother... well, uh
It was good for a minute, then I gradually saw the signs
Tried to cut off my friends, and control my rhymes
Taking show money, even though you weren't on the bill
And don't forget about my friend that you threatened to kill
You was trippin, and if I objected, you wouldn't listen
And when I finally chose to leave, you started dissin
Not just me, but the whole damn city, what a pity
Who knew orange would cause such frigging stress
What a damn mess

Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange

Was I a perfect lover? Hell no, I had many flaws
Egotistic, slobbish, ain't got the room to list it all
Far from husband material, heh, no doubt
But one thing I'd never do is take food out ya mouth
Like you tried to do with me
I see you still jocking with new accounts, and I keep blocking
It's shocking how you kept this up for five years straight
In Ottawa talking ish, gimmie a break, ya snake
So here's the Vizine, encoded in my rhyme scheme
Lighting up ya vision like Toyota high beams
So you'll see and observe that Vadell ain't the same herb
And the baggage you caused is staying out on the curb
Now it's 7 AM, and the orange is gone
I scribble down my lyrics as I finish this song
It ain't my style to punch down, but you going too far
Living rich, but you broke, acting like you a star
So why you fronting, tryin' to stunt on the Maestro
Ain't nothing to gain by putting on a show
Call me misogynistic, but I never called you out your name
And if I gotta be honest, it's a damn shame
That you wanna run this game, I didn't wanna do another track
But you gave me no choice but to push back
It was music night, but the light was too good to be true
So I won't bust my camera up trying to find you, cuz I...

Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange