Lyrics:
to end it
By the time the car sunk
My pregnant girlfriend was still in the trunk
and I was still feelin kinda drunk
The ambulance came and they put me
Honeysuckle growing out in the side yard
Living in the room where they used to park cars
Watching light move on the ceiling as they all drive by
Feeling little crazy in the car tonight
Got a new stranger by my side
I don't know where the hell I'm going
But we'll try to make it through the line
that you make your moves
I'm at every game, I watch your cheer
You make it hard for me not to stare
She got her own car, favorite color blue
I get
we gotta run
Hanging out with you is so much fun
The boy and girl grew up next to salt water
Boy's first car, a sky blue Chevy Nova
When he
the new whip like vroom vroom
Shawty so bad, got ass and boobs too
Ridin' round the city bumpin' bass like boom boom
Pocket full of bills with the blue face
For you
There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you
Strap me up, I would fight a war for you
We from the 772, where the waters all blue
Where
money
Sometimes I go dumb for that money, feel like I don't come for that money
Man, I feel like Atje Donny, because I clap for Donny
I'm not signed by
happened to me was when
I had a dream that a blue car had crashed into my primary school
I woke up the next morning, and sure enough, a navy
Cortina had
my mind
And they've been digging every corner at something they can find
I'm a cowboy, don't you know, by now
You're usually good at detecting trouble
the blue light shit, man I’m just hitting a lick
Pull me over but I’m sober
Everyone thought it was game over
Now I’m living life so kosher
Got a car with
You diiiiiiiggggg
In the midst of all the madness
Mansa still stands
Atop the atlas
Never phased by fads
That brought the fake out the masses
Glasses
to the
Bottom of the ocean blue
Was that a little cliche? Maybe
Soon enough ill be numb
Try to forget all of this
It was wrong, she knew
All my songs, sang along
need a little juice
Just wait till I get off this juice
It was two in the morning
I was already snoring
Then shawty called me up out the blue
Shawty
rush in
I'm fussin' but my cussin' don't mean jack nothin'
No arrest was made, there was no homicide
So the pigs in blue start to drive
Inner city
jack nothin
No arrest was made, there was no homicide
So the pigs in blue start to drive
Inner city blues is nothin new
We go to the store to buy some
its true baby
I know you do baby
I want the whole rainbow even the blue baby
As long as I get to experience it with you baby
I want the car rides not
seeing exactly who you really are
I'm loving every second of it so far
Except when I leave and hop in my car
Your stuck on my mind like tar
I've never
to L.A. and get they fuckin heads beaten in
"More cops perhaps"
Fuck yeah who's gonna shoot those little monkeys in their backs
"So what's up with
the beckoning streets of opportunity
Whistling his favorite river song
And a bad, blind nigger at the piano
Puts a sinister blue lilt into that sing-a-long
a hood thang
Sit next to me, pop this ecstasy
Later have sex with me
Watch a little girly TV girl just you and me
Miss Loca, Spanish chick
With
I drove a long, long way without drinking
I listened to the Baptist Radio
There was a blue-gray sky as I passed the ghost town by
And headed down
dissin' me, mad as hell when a car seat takes stairs
I trump these niggas, eight tiers, apply the pressure, shake peers
Faced all my fears, seein' my
Working hard everyday gotta break my back just to get some pay
Eight o' clock to five all day I'm working, working, working
Gotta get by gotta eat
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