Lyrics:
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass
ice got truey on me
Baby know about so I get the money
You can go blind by the gold when it go sunny
I'm up countin' bankrolls I was just bummy
They
nowhere.
I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be,
Oh, my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea,
Or else he wouldn't have gone
inspired
So this just some shit that I be thinking about when I be by myself, or
In the booth, or
Whatever
When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare
shinin' so bright
Never saw things goin' so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly by
Blue days, all of them gone
Oh, bring my baby back home to me
She's gone brought them blues
Them blues won't sent me free
Never, never set me free (oh yeah)
I shoulda
the toolie
I'm surrounded by the shooters when you see me, salute me
And this bitch know all my lyrics, tryna make her a groupie
Told her I'm from the Big,
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money's gone
Once in
go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again, after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime,
The dads is gone but the youth still come lovely
The sickness towards the world when Sam caused the blues
But hipness takes a swirl in jams by my crew
Get it get it
Get it in Monday
Break it down the same day
1st on Thursday
Gone by Wednesday
Get it in Monday
Break it down the same day
1st
red, broken and bled
By the flames that rule her fields of fire
Baby's in blue, broken in two
May the rains run through her fields of fire
Her fields
I was behind the wheel of my automobile
Givin' grease a ride
I was driving so lazy, my baby went crazy
To stop a while
I just loves my, my baby blue
I’ve never been one who doesn’t take full
Responsibility for his actions, but damn
I really don’t deserve this
If I hadn’t traded my blue Marc Jacobs
the jungle
Got me seeing wit a haze
The way you drop that ass babe
You know that you wanna ride
Hop up in my car so we can slide
Baby you know ain't no end
I rather go blind
Then stand by
And let you pour salt in my eyes
I'm just saying I don't
Want you gone
I'll deal with whatever come by
So I'll call
nowhere.
I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be,
Oh, my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea,
Or else he wouldn't have gone
like a socket they know it
Save the heroics
choppers gone sang like poet
saving my change I don't show it
I just want bread baby
No recession my
to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
rocking
Chris Brown baby be popping
So electric like a guitar stuck in the socket
Got her heart in my pocket
So I'm never gone drop it
Heard your mans
these girls don't got what I got
I just wanna ride by side till the wheels fall off
See them tears in my eyes when you say you gotta go
No cap ain't gon
lingerie
It's such a pity
I bought a camisole today
Boo hoo, boo hoo
Seven-thirty and there's still no sign
Of my baby's blue limousine
Bandstand
I don't want to walk without you baby
I don't want to walk without you, Baby
Walk without my arm about you, Baby
Oh, Baby, please come back
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