Lyrics:
way gotta find a new way
It's true yeah you
Got blue blue blue blood
It's true yeah I got it too
So blue
Burn all bridges hide the motherload
I'm
rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
Then run my tongue down your neck to your bare
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
Blue and red make green, just cash the check bitch
Went to the car lot, bought me a Vanquish
Never trick my money in the club with a skank bitch
Big
Armstrong at the finish line
Give it time, when we catch them cops on cam
I don't need six seconds, you remember Vine
It's nasty cash rules everything around
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
Call me flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum sealed packs
Flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum
Call me flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum sealed packs
Flat bread pita blue money strapped
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum
Call me flat bread pita blue money strapped.
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum sealed packs.
Flat bread pita blue money strapped.
Ben Frank stacks in vacuum
I don't play no games
These hoes butter
Fly's flutter
Money bigger
Ha ass fatter
My green faster
Blues longer
I'm tryna get rich
I'm tryna ditch
And for my ooze know my gold was fools
End up leaving school
And for my blues you should know the rules
End up calling feuds
Sketchers I light up my keef
the red, white, and blue?
Where nepotism is strong
In the government too
There's blood on they hands, there's blood on they pants
There's blood
gotta clip and I'll spark it at noon
Doubled my cup a I'm Sippin' by two
Purp in my cup to wash out all the blues
When I fall asleep all I think of is you
Becaue oakland...
Yeah, i'm telling why'all oakland...
Moving on to st. louis, where thecountry is fucked
Becaue oakland...
Yeah, i'm telling why'all oakland...
Moving on to st. louis, where thecountry is fucked
This my own production
Louis that’s my introduction
Watch your back make no assumptions
Shake some hands and show some gumption
I want solace no
without her by your side you need her Dirty sinner do you know your place? Shove her down your throat until you're blue in the face
And are you proud
cheap
Look at the land... Blue Flowers!
Drawing by the purple pond, in the purple pastures Blue Flowers!
Drawing by the purple pond, yellow ink that
We went from the projects to flying in PJs whoa whoa whoa whoa Blue roly on my wrist now Birken on my bitch now Rodeo when we shop now used to shop
helping
Guide the barefoot and the po' man
Guide the blue blood, all the humans
I lift my eyes up to the hills man
These fields and hills, Lord, all need
when you cut the ties
Livin' life, Lance Armstrong at the finish line
Give it time, when we catch them cops on cam
I don't need six seconds, you
Floating the room
Two by two
From the womb
To the holiday
There is no holiday
First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Needing
hundred and sixty-three feet of gleaming flight equipment
Being pushed up
Through the blue skies above
Hello, Neil and Buz
I copy to you by telephone
come
Bend your bitch over, get all in her guts
I'm kicking shit like I punt
I switch up my bitch every month
I be with Blood and with Crip
In love
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