Lyrics:
a bygone age come real
Brave men and ladies save the engines and the track
Working as one to bring the broken branch line back
We're on the Blue Bell line
Shit been getting too deep
Ain't no love in these streets
Put my heart on my sleeves
Stab my back now I bleed
Break one down and I breathe
I gat gas you
need to mind they own business
Money don't do nothing but bring you trouble
But for some reason I keep chasing you
I must be in love
You so bad that we
to love is where it’s really at
Running these commas and commas and dropping these numbers i bring it back to my pack
Avoiding avoiding the drama we
And love him like I know that I should.
Can You bring him back, cause I’m nothing without him.
I’m promise this time I’ll be good, I’ll be better than I
and down the house blows
(Cover your scars with your leather if that's what you choose)
(Alone by yourself you'll be singing the blues- blues, blues
on a Saturday baby love me everyday
So bring it back Gimmie that
Down to the beat Come dance fi mi
bring it back Gimmie that
Down to the beat Come dance fi
bring your friends
I ain't walking to the club, I took a benz
Took a benz
Nah, I ain't feeling sad but my dollars blue
Imma make another anthem
Mo money mo
U bring me trou-
Mo money mo
U bring me trou-
Mo money mo
U bring me trouble
U bring me trouble
But i'm still in love
I'm still
it crackin' I love to bust flows
Hit it from the back 'cause I love to buck hoe
Spit it for the city I love Chicago
Calico's buck, I love to bust
In her wildest dreams
Blue eyes that gleam just like James Dean
Big plans their make in a small hometown
No chance to leave would really bring him
Storm is risin' baby, rain begin to fall.
I'm all alone by myself, no one to love me at all.
My blues starts ‘long about midnight, and it don't leave
the limits, bring them digits, I'm getting racks
I really watch the people I love act fake and turn they back on me
Blue bill addiction, fuck it, homie, I keep
I'm out my mind infinity pack
Bag scrapped
Ended up taking lines
Now I'm at the back
ID cracked whole shit whack
Bitches stumbling they off the jet
All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5
Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin'
y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere
Two see's
All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5
Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin'
y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere
Two see's
bridges to bring black men back to their senses
I hit my homies, and hope they'd be willing to share a piece of their story
There's so much glory,
a drive by
Smokin' weed on the jet, bitch, I'm fly high
You don't wanna give me neck? Bitch, bye bye
On to the next bitch, I hope she bi-bi
'Cause I love
If I could do it, then so could you
You gon' look into my eyes, you see baby blue
And you gon' look into the sky, you'll see baby blue
Math problems
Bring the house down
Bring the house down
Bring the house down
Bring the house down
Bring the house down
Bring the house down
Decked in triple trays
a minute to drink
You had one of them, one of those weeks
Stuck on repeat, I'll save you a seat
Come on down, swing on by
Bring whatever's been on your
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
hard to swallow)
Watch your back, nigga
Watch your back, nigga
Watch your back, nigga
Watch your back, nigga
Now, one by one, I see muthafuckas comin’
Like a clear blue sky
Watching over me
Blue eyes
I love blue eyes
When I'm by her side
Where I long to be
I will see
Blue eyes laughing in
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