Lyrics:
I know you got a man
I know you got a man shorty
I hope he understand
Nothing personal homie
I swear it wasn't planned
Very random I am totally
your pockets can’t afford to be the man
Tell me whatchu you do for a dollar
Tell me watchu you do when you stuck up and you poor without no bands
Tell me
won't love no one
I just stack these funds
Bands a make her come
These bands is just for fun
Who's mans he better run
This Glock don't miss for nun
Side and there's a band on the West Side
Playing blues and sentimental"
He never crossed over that American border
Though he lived just a few miles
my bands right (Bands)
Staying in and working all night
(Working all night, What? What?)
I ain't even going out tonight, nah
(Shit, wait) you only get
the end
NTD like all of my mans
Bands, Bands, Bands, bands, all they need for them to pop at your mans
Member them days where they didn't give a fuck
Now I
the unifying
Hands of our children
Across this big blue marble
And NIRVANA's tarty
Musical career so please bless
Us again - we'll forever feed off of your
mind
All that hating and they still ain't paid, yet
By the way, I got a 100 bands stuffed in these beige sweats
Got bags full of money, still ain't
the blues too
A couple hoes n boats too
I got a couple bands just chillin by the hamstring
Wake up in the mornin money by the bed stand
OG told me focus
And a woman moved closer, and a man said "Take my love into your heart
I must have you here by my side"
It happened all too fast, they came to love and they
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
From east side of Texas
I go by the name of WeB
All about my greens and blues
While these fuck niggas still in the red
Anti social, don't fuck wit
away
The whole band was shattered by this sad and very bad news
The death of our pedal repair mangave us the blues
Pedal repair man
Pedal repair man
a steel guitar
Love is a battle scar
Love is the morning star
Love is a twelve-bar blues
Love is your blue suede shoes
Love is a heart abused
Love is
grand
Out this white man hand
And gave him three K's like
That white man Klan
My watch is rockin out like a white man band
I'm no joke
My watch is rocking
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
These hills got a hell of a view
Man I got the walls painted blue
Yeah man and I saw satan too
I ball break and brew
My dogs got a clue
I walk
(pfft)
Gun smokin' like a chimney (bah), we keep blowin' 'til it's empty (bah)
All I know is chase bands (huh?), I don't need no fake friends (uh-uh)
Blue's back, comin' with the heat right now
I don't even wanna hear the talk right now
New track bitch, take a seat right now
Imma show y'all how
Until it made your hand hurt?
Amiri denim hold a whole hundred, no
This ain't no man-purse
Three hundred cash all blue, I
Don't like 'em old, like 'em all
years
Just took a walk with Jesus
Just touched his nail-scarred hands
Didn't even bother her
That he ain't a blue-eyed man
Hallelujah, jubilee
I
that the love they shared was true
Far away the fiddler's bowing, the grass forever blue
It was in the dead of winter when her man first caught
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