Travis’ True Colors

Yeah, funny how the mask slips when the money gets thin.

Funny how you look around and see who's really locked

in. {haunting minor chord piano,

ticking clock hats, heavy vinyl crackle,

low sub-bass sweep}

Used to share the same plate,

now you looking at mine Got your hand out,

Travis, always checking the time Two-faced in the shadow,

smiling bright in the sun But you run for the hills when

the hard work is begun (man,

you gone)

{hard-hitting boom-bap beat kicks

in, dusty MPC snare} Travis,

oh Travis, you was playing a role

Selling out a brother just to pay off your toll Yeah,

you talking real loud when you look for a hand But you

write your own exit when it's time to stand (where you at?)

{swelling

string section, heavy kick drum

syncopation} I

was down in the dirt,

you were nowhere around Now you calling my phone 'cause you like

how it sound

Saw you whispering names,

playing both of the sides Keep that energy,

Travis, hope you enjoy the ride (bye-bye)

{percussion drops out slightly,

filtering effect, piano chord echoes} Travis,

oh Travis, you was playing a role

Selling out a brother just to pay off your toll Yeah,

you talking real loud when you look for a hand But you

write your own exit when it's time to stand (nowhere to be

found) {full orchestration, brass stabs,

driving beat}

No more calls. No more favours.

Keep my name out your mouth,

Travis. We done.

(shhhhh) {music fades to vinyl static,

single slow piano notes,

ticking

slows to a

stop}