Lyrics:
to mute it
Cause we my wake ya neighbors
Expecting me to chase her
Can't do these bitch favors
Sorry Mrs. Taylor
Hey, we gettin Litty
I might lose my mind
with with the designs
Of Louis Sullivan
And died taking pictures
When the old Stock Exchange caved in
His mangled body
Was discovered by a crew
But
since you're not here,
girl, I am Mr. Blue
These love letters are all for you
Don't you know my days are gray
Since I don't have you
Since I don't have
It's a liquid sky in blue moon
The moon is falling down to the pool
Welcome to my biggest ball
Please to meet you, don't say a word
Come
As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see
A primitive example of the shit you want to be
And I ain't gonna be
Persuaded, by blue
out, Mr. Incredible
Ain't a dollar in your pocket, fuck does your opinion matter?
I just popped an Oxy', codeine, now I'm feelin' big and badder
them baggin grams
I'm a bad man
Strap in my hand
Give me some mad plans
Picture my city
Surrounded by crimnals
And then some
I'm go have to hit one
pick, up the new Jet Li flick
Mr. Legend it's already six-eleven on the time piece
A nickel and two dimes reach the phone, then I find my peeps
Write
My brown eye's blue, from so much lovin, I'm gettin
Another lovin oven, one that makes me feel more like,
The woman trapped, so long inside
My body
live it
All day, every days a Billie Holiday
Lady sings the blues get the street news by the way
Have you heard crime pay?
Hit your block like
B.Y.T.
Slip pass security to be by me
And I might be slidin' that too, providin' I do
Invite your crew, and I'll invite mine too
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
away is the blue bird
Here to stay is the new bird
He sings a love song as we go along
Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland
In the meadow we can build
wage
I’m racking Benjamin’s now
This is that independent
Go and get it.
Look how we getting rich wow
I like my presidents blue in the face
Got a few
postpartum
Inner monsters covered by buttons and white collars
What if's boomeranging from the day I could've rapped for Sean
Wondering if my 16 was strong
until they notice me
Got groceries my pockets full of green my bread is gluten free
By the time I'm famous hopefully they won't be over me
Cuz this shit
How was I to know what it all meant?
Mr. Goldreich and his wife were generous to me
David in blue overalls came in to serve the tea
I had seen him in
up by a stylist
And Mr Chows giving my order the whores who doubt it
Like I heard you blowing up
Vizzy tell me all about it
Well I got a Caesar hit
everyday they missin' out
And I'm drinking Guinesss Stout, the weight of infinite pounds
On my shoulders, at last, Mr. Atlas
He put it up he tried o hold
Ladies and gentlemen
A man after my own heart a true Dubliner
Put your hands together for Mr Ronnie Drew
As I went outthrough Dublin City
a rock group
We keep that heavy metal
Foreign whips foreign bitches
Apetite mr chows neck lit up like Hong Kong
Gold Patek Grey Poupon now Listen
I don't
mind, but it's not lost yet
I'd pay a thousand dollars just
To see your silhouette
Red is a rose's color, blue is a violet's
Here's my number baby, when
gone
purple by the zone, yeah im smokin strong
and you know im wrong
and im swaggin, im surfin
im swaggin, im surfin
im swaggin, im surfin
im clean like
when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you
and on and on"
Checkin', checkin' out Mr Askey's song cos he's
Late sevens' captain on the mic but blows the horn so fierce
That the room ignite
It's like his
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