[Lyrics] Kizz Daniel – Skin ft. Kelvyn Colt Lyrics

Lyrics
what type of colour?
(Oh-oh) what type of colour?
(Eh-eh) what type of colour is your skin colour?
(Oh-oh) what type of colour?
What type of colour?
What type of colour? (Eh-eh)
Your looks don’t matter (no)
It’s what you do that counts
And your lips don’t matter (oh)
It’s what you say that counts
Let the whole world know
When you look at me
See me for me
And not the colour of my skin (let me go, let me go, let me go)
Everybody knows I’m in my own zone
I’m a king, I’m a queen ’cause I, ’cause I say so
Tell the barman put a liquor more (more)
Tell my mama I’ll be gone for so long
Everywhere I go, I’ll surely come home some day
I wanna see the rest of the world
Wayo, wayo, wayo
All alone, in a cold, cold world
Singing, “Kumbaya” on the mountain top
And getting freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
Your looks don’t matter (yea, the looks don’t matter)
It’s what you do that counts (oh-oh)
And your lips don’t matter (and your lips don’t matter)
It’s what you say that counts (oh-oh-oh)
Let the whole world know
When you look at me
See me for me (see me for me)
And not the colour of my skin, my skin
I pray that I wake up one day and there ain’t war outside (no war)
And on the TV all I see, yeah, that’s homicide (no more)
They tryna pit you against me, conquer and divide (oh Lord)
Don’t believe everything I read when I scroll online (yo, yo, yo)
Skin-skin, black or white
Brown or red, all of them nice
Shine bright like the star, shoot like one
And I’ve got all the power in me
Life is such a beautiful thing
I wanna live on forever
Make nobody hold me back
This is my life and I owe it to Jah
To be awesome, awesome
Skin-skin
Wayo, wayo, wayo
All alone, in a cold, cold world
Singing, “Kumbaya” on the mountain top
And getting freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky
Your looks don’t matter (baby, looks don’t matter)
It’s what you do that counts
And your lips don’t matter (and your lips don’t matter)
It’s what you say that counts
Let the whole world know (baby, looks don’t matter)
When you look at me
See me for me (and your lips don’t matter)
And not the color of my skin (ayy, ayy)
Baby, your looks don’t matter
Yeah, your lips don’t matter
what type of colour?
(Oh-oh) what type of colour?
What type of colour is your skin color? (D-D-DJ Coublon)
What type of colour?
What type of colour?
What type of colour?
Tell the barman put a liquor more