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one life to live like YOLO
Pocket fulla blue on this white boy like the Smurfs
Back from the dead man imma call this shit a rebirth
(Yeah) White bag

piling bands yea I need some more blue face 

Chasin a check 
Chasin a check 
Until my very last breath 
Aye 
Get in my get way 
Fill you wit lead 
Leave

I've been grinding now all my money blue
Ain't blowing up alone imma do it with the crew
Making hits and making vids you know that's what we do
So

and gone, a brass band
The second line, I could be headed home
The passers by me, shed a tear after she read the stone
It's a luxury
The story of life is

I'm playing this game and I'm one up
In the studio plotting my come up
I fuck with the bands, I slide with the drummers
I stay with some brass like I

She said “wait, wait, wait wait wait wait wait”
I cannot do that baby, cause I got these bands up on the way
I did this by myself, so you can get ya

barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma

way out."
[How we do]
Smashing Colt, OE, Labatts 'n Blue
Mismatched Docs, tank tops, tattered in patches too
This for all the forgotten nights we looked

to make a way
Had to make a play
Had to stash a band inside the safe
Prolly make it stretch on emergency cause this zip ain't safe
I'ma struggle baby go

Yeah I spinback I'm going for the bands I'm for the win
I chill with 24 no he not on this song but that's my twin
Say he a demon but when I looked up

An ounce of weed
Is all I need
To get me back on my game
And then I will proceed
I can try and try
To enlighten my mind
But some motherfuckers need

Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In

habits
And the big brass still blow the masses
Ain't no sugarcoating molasses
(feel the jazz swing, and the clav twang)
All aboard the locomotive I'mma

brothers differently 
Niggas sell they soul and have it open by the industry 
Puppets on they hands, and all the bands to the infantry
They can kiss my

and dad's idea to guarantee I learn to play
But it was brass band to addict me to the music right away
I got a saxophone to find my sound and I shared it

Accentuating syllables, connecting with the spiritual
Deflecting all the miserable, by talking my desires
Even in a cipher when i'm hollering pass that
Holding

to the kick when it snap back
Never the kid to be convinced by the that's that
Mineral grit sticks to my kicks made of brass tacks
Blue moon catch me with

Yeah I did this by my lonely, made a couple bands by my lonely
Stripped hunnids blue like its ot (Genasis), Shawty said she love me bitch show me
All

Married to the Blues

Shemekia Copeland

Turn the Heat Up!

1998

don't get no band of gold
All you get is a lonely cab ride
To a bed that's always cold
When you're married to the blues
Forget that honeymoon
All you

Don't be fooled
By these hoes
Where her daddy though
Look at you
She done played you with no interview
Over do's
I can't blame you she's just beautiful

"Daddy - who's that funny man over there
With all those musical instruments?"
"Why! That's Ivor Biggun the famous one man band"
"What's a one man

They say the fun in the struggle when you coming up
So when you at the bottom, better off you facing up
A lot of losses, many lessons but it all

your homes, which your 
ancestors build by the forced hands of those they colonised
A machine flexing rubber bands beheld with always flinching eyes

Go

Spinning in a new drop
Only thing I want for Christmas is a new pot
Had to throw away the Breitling
Got a new watch
2 Bands both blue like two cops