Cordae - Dream In Color

Cordae Amari Dunston, a rapper, singer and songwriter, he achieved fame after releasing remixes of songs, such as "My Name Is" by Eminem, and "Old Ni*gas" J Cole 1984 response. Videos to both remixes were uploaded to the WorldStarHipHop's YouTube channel, which led to an immense and immediate positive response from both mainstream media and the online rap community. His debut studio album, The Lost Boy was released on July 26, 2019.

Directed by APlus, music video for “Dream In Color,” a cut off his latest EP Just Until. Cordae addresses issues that affect him, even admitting he’s reached fame since the release of The Lost Boy, notwithstanding, he’s still real and experiences days when he feels hopeless.

Lyrics From Musixmatch

Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah

Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah

I dream in color and I sleep on a canvas

I think we all need each other

Empathy, that could be our advantage

Bad bitch speak Creole and Spanish

She look this way, then I'm likin' my chances

Oh, man, why I go on these tangents?

Bird's eye view, this shit panoramic

Still fightin' off my paranoia, shit too real, just fired my lawyer

Trust issues, I'm needin' to fix it, that could be an empire destroyer

I seen what happened to Julius Caesar

Stevie Wonder told me, "You are a leader"

My girl would forfeit a tennis match to meet my grandmama

Man, she truly a keeper (huh)

And I don't know why these blessings is comin'

Rich as hell, I'm stressed over nothin'

I don't listen to the public opinion

Their portrayal, it is just an assumption

And I don't really know what a nigga

Been fightin' for, but I'm fightin' for it

And every song that I record be savin' lives, I'm type important

If I shoot my shot (mmh, swish, mmh, Michael Jordan)

And if I get a lot (it came from the mic recording)

Hold on, uh

Baby, that's the difference

From other niggas makin' bad decisions

Good music, that attract the business

My last album was a fuckin' classic

You can listen to that shit from start to finish

Got good intentions and my heart relentless

Drive a Honda Civic with the windows tinted

Plus a Lamb' truck, but that shit was rented

Never no pretendin', let's be transparent

I learned that shit from my grandparents

I've been meditatin', tryna gain clearance

But this life shit isn't coherent, it's a bitch

Wonder why I'm so down with the shits

Single mom, no co-parents in this bitch

Used to walk to the library for the Wi-Fi

It was like four Karens in that bitch

But what's your purpose? What's your motives?

What's your dreams? What's your goalses?

Are your thoughts pure? Are you focused?

This a real nigga diagnosis

Are your friends real? Are they bogus?

Are they by your side at your lowest?

Though I'm not so easily broken

But at times, I feel hopeless

And I don't know why these blessings is comin'

Rich as hell, I'm stressed over nothin'

I don't listen to the public opinion

Their portrayal, it is just an assumption

And I don't really know what a nigga

Been fightin' for, but I'm fightin' for it

And every song that I record be savin' lives, I'm type important

If I shoot my shot (mmm, swish, mmm, Michael Jordan)

And if I get a lot (it came from the mic recording)

Mm, oh-oh-oh

Oh, mm-mm

Mm-mm

Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah

Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah