Lyrics:
Watch my skills unfold
While you get controlled
Here is my blue print
Takin everything I learned
Produce a new hit
Self-taught burn an new bridge
I'm
the club shuts down
I'm a zombie, how to kill this
Midnight mansion, don't mention
Holiday inn or champion's flashing
Free wired with the far east
kept looking over his shoulders
As he noticed
A fog emerging
Followed by wicked sounds dispersing
Appearing so sudden, a pair of blue eyes
Stay hidden
cuticles
Some try to get off the farm but fell into harm
Of getting in the game of those street pharmaceuticals
But, I was raised in those blue collar
fascinate us by
How far they go with
Their unconventionality we secretly
Admire and respect them for this we
Wish we could act more like they do
Normally it
All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5
Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin'
y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere
Two see's
All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5
Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin'
y'all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere
Two see's
a mishap, push ya wig back
Where you go to get the fresh trim at
Four on the jake got the Timb rack
Blue collars metro carding it
Thugs mobbin it, form
got to make sure that Action is understood comepletely by all followers
I got to convert the color of you shirt from blue to white collars
I got
Ah
Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side, peace and war
Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (brr)
My whole portfolio is gangster,
Robber her innocence then ban the abortion
Ran by the businesses the POTUS indorse
lose your ignorance to the law they enforcing
Bullets brutality my black
spence of this game
The truth has been crowned
Heart of The midwest
Blue Collar Naptown
Circle city
That's trouble riding round
From Post Road
thousand likes then they think you're a savior (Blue collar)
It slowly crawls... spreads it evil agenda into my atmosphere without warning...
Dying stars
landed on the planet of the blues
And i swear I done been here before
But still this ain't nothing new
Never seen home from this far
Or ever this kind
penwise
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Now up and down the east
Coast killer hand deliver sinister slithers
Syllables turn blue in the winter
I've been blue
[unverified]
There will be a movement in the light yet
So c'mon you cats, c'mon you chicks
Dance your blues away
The Fishy Swa Ska, that's what I say
Yeah
Ok
Check
The train left the station
Now I'm on my way
I started out East
Now I'm out in LA
And I'm living like a Don
All the rumors are true
So
his lowly robot foley folk would one day rise in sections to interrogate the Holy Ghost. Holy smokes, father, black suit, white collar, kiddy porn
got to make sure that Action is understood comepletely by all followers
I got to convert the color of you shirt from blue to white collars
I got
was moisture in the air
i heard the city call
they can go on burning
to hell with them all
your liquid movements
the water rushing by
blue water, white
boy is a beast
Everyday leaving, I held on the strap
Bodies fell everyday out on the east
Money counter by the bed, when I sleep
I'm about bread like I
of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.
She was married
the streets
Made it this far like no need to say grace
Smokin on a gas ain't no need for a break
Stand for the movement or get out the way
Stand for
a pussy, I ain't tryin' to change
Far from average, I'm smokin' this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four
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