Lyrics:
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
wake up with the day
C G D
cnd rise in fire to the sun
D C
The eldest burns in red and gold
G C D
The second shines orange in the dawn
D G
I am
Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujah
Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujah
The sun burns a hole through the 6 AM haze
Turns up the volume and shows off
don't wear 'em though (Motherfucker)
I'm still gettin' trash talked
By white trash, i am
Lil' bitch my six is watched
By every skin in Dixieland (Creek
just metal you're tapping on
Webs of social apartheids
Led by people I don't know
So I stay,
At home more than I'd like
In front of this mic,
I am more
on a freight train
Place me on an airplane
Call me by another name
I don't wanna hear a thing
Fighting till I'm black and blue
Don't you give that attitude
All
days
Invested then spent that shit 6 ways
I had the gas
Zip and a half
Money be moving filayyy
Money be moving filayyy
All of my shooters like Ray
We do
I'm gonna get payback
Y'all are too fucking soft like baymax
Boohoo, you feeling blue like a rays hat
Bitch I'm stepping out, and I'm having my fun
I am
hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
I said, "I walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath
I won't leave you.
When I say goodbye, please baby don't cry
[Pre-Chorus : Nay Ray]
Beauty isn't seen by eyes.
It's felt by hearts,
Recognized by
push it back push it back push it back oh
Push it back push it back uh push it back push it bak uh
Come on
3am club is packed
Sure by now she's
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
and I'm like
Bro this flames
I dey go 6th floor cos I need the flame
I for write make you feel am
I for write make you need am
Your day to day activities go
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
Whenceforth passed to me, by Odin
Occasionally my pro-file is low-key Gamma
Rays brainwashed to transforms me
but I still withhold my hammer, to lift me up
For
I don't be tooting my horn
The goat with no horns
Bitch I am still ahh ahh aahm
These niggas not sick of covid
They sick of me
Every time I drop drop
am too rich to be caught in the mix
Forgi' lift it, baby, blow 'em a kiss
Put on a fit, copy my drip
Thirty-round clip, Glock with the switch
with a stick
Money long, six feet when it stands
I got on Cartiers, you got Ray-Ban
Countin' this money, yeah, i need a thick band
Don't got enough, yet,
nigga, with a stocking cap
He heating up
This ain't no NBA or two K
Blind to the hundreds
Yeah, I call them niggas blue Ray
Flip a coin for heads and tail
the wildwoods throne
By the first rays of light my horn is calling
Beasts and denizens of the wild
My amber eyes open to watch thee
Dance on my glades, sweet
the wildwoods throne
By the first rays of light my horn is calling
Beasts and denizens of the wild
My amber eyes open to watch thee
Dance on my glades, sweet
feet
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
The purple and yellow But first, I gotta
Safety now - I´m starting on fire !
Where’s the hope - Where’s the desire ?
Local people - Foreign people.
Where ever I am, there is MADNESS IN BLUE
to smoke
No okey-doke, I'm packin' my nose with coke
Am I supposed to choke?
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Aw, poor baby, born by whore lady
Now I
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