Lyrics:
when I want and with who I want to, and you call that
Single Girl Blues
Everybody tells me that I need someone
But I'd rather do without them than to do
day
Some more Bad News, I tell you, that's the blues
In the end, it's all the same,
We are all, just paying our dues
I got Society Society Blues
See it
you
But you abide by it
Blue & Whites flashing in my rear view
This is supposed to be the land of the free
I could spot fake love with a clear view
blind to see it baby
And you was out here doing
The same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car?
And did you let him,
the trees
And rain fell softly on your face
Oh I remember every little thing about that day
I remember every place
Grey skies, you were laughing
light too
Dejavu
Start my days by noon but some days I knew
Time is precious
Don't touch my precious I'm begging you
If I run out too soon, hope they
I'm back to work, I gotta go support my family
I'm humbled by my job, I gotta make it there's no plan b, you'll see
Ooh, I be singing blue collar
Hot sauce in my bag, blue face on my grip
Michael Jackson yeah I'm bad caution signs on my drip
I do it, I did it, I already done it you late
Girl
Hot sauce in my bag, blue face on my grip
Michael Jackson yeah I'm bad caution signs on my drip
I do it, I did it, I already done it you late
Girl
of paper on the
Table, told everybody to read 'em
And then tell her what we thought about it
So I said, "Well, that's alright shit
I'll try it" I looked
what about to tell
I live in a frame as the age goes by / As soon as a quake in the surface o’ mine
As coming the night, please awake…
And he’ll come
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
look into those eyes
Tell me is it really gonna storm again
Will the sky turn dark, will the rain begin?
I wanna be with you wherever lightning
found my Fendi prints in fountain blue
Its the white Cuban down in junior
Contrary to you I can't work in a cubicle
Two Croatian cuties clean my
Treating work like it’s a Juul, like we all wanna quit
When I’m addicted to this shit, they call you bundle of sticks
And my mama tell me she just wish I
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
don't know what I would do
California blue
Sing to you things to do
California blue
Sing to you
Deep Ventura sky
Rolling by, rolling why
Deep
And I ain’t pressed about you
'Cause I just want my bills turning blue
Who wanted smoke, come through
My team ain’t 'finna fold, that’s the crew
since you left I ain't played with them dice
Cuz these niggas ain't right
I just want to be fly
Can tell your bitch want me by the look in her eye
You
Homie don't play that, you think I'm Messing around
I think it's about that time for you to Sit that ass down
Sitting on the ground, all lonely
don’t fuck with you
If u wanna be a cyber friend
One more pill to grow the kids
One more pic to see the fake
Eyes addicted
To the blue
Muscle Fingers
OG
don’t fuck with you
If u wanna be a cyber friend
One more pill to grow the kids
One more pic to see the fake
Eyes addicted
To the blue
Muscle Fingers
OG
On some Bobby shit, I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens
Why you never hold your son and tell him, "Say
Yo Malik Blunt
Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
Man I like all kinds of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
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