Lyrics:
could do
Ever since you left all I've been was blue
I hope you know we all miss you
I love you
We'll see you later, Mr. Guitar Man
Before you left you
Who ate all your sad day sorrows?
Only Mr. Love can do
Took an endless tune of blue tomorrows
Wrote the hook to a dance for two
When it's cold
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Damn
Uh uh uh
This shit fie
Yeah
Uh
Yup
Aye shoutout the bro Kimbo no slice
Hoping you stackin yo bread by the slice
My homie used to take us on them
well it looks like summers over
it’s the middle of October
and my heart keeps getting colder day by day
it’s so hard to be sober
and I’m only
Shirt of a dark blue hue
Jogging sneakers too
Can we give it up for Mr. Blue
Give it all you got
Reconstructing the plot to make sure you are getting
Where did all my blue skies go baby I can't see the Sun
And deep inside I do try baby but tryin's not much fun.
I think I best retrace my steps Into
together for Mr. Rock n Roll
Save me
Love me till the day I die take me to the mountain high
Baby
Guide me through the great divide and lay me by
by the ocean side
So put your hands together for Mr. Rock n Roll
He said Hey Good Lookin’, What’s Going On
A whole lotta shakin’ and a simple song
at the spring medley
(Ay, ay, ay) hey
Now she be MVP
Most valuable girl in Mr. BadLuck's history
October 2013 she had that energy (Charged up)
Kept calm under
only start playing when the games already over
It's a hundred degrees in the middle of October
I'm sad I'm blue I got things I gatta do but I'm sitting
you
And when you traded them in
For bright blue vans
I knew you were not the girl
I fell in love with back in October
Im sorry but it's over
I knew
victimized by these crooked guys
These crazy snakes are wolves in sheep's disguise
All they want is your vote but they don't hear the cries
Lemme tell you
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
Blue Eyed Soul
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
Paper planes and pink champagne, is any of it real?
I'm lost inside a vision of things I never feel
alone
That's when you move right in
And make yourself at home
Mr. Pain, Oh, Mr. Pain
We'll you'd think by now that I'd have learned
To see through
October
That's you've been gone and I'm been sober
I got an old blue fixer up that barely runs and a brand new Texaco card
Little white house outside
at the hive, I swear that we be stinging niggas
ran it up on my own time
I did it by myself
Niggas say you needa find a bitch, that shit ain't never help
Bad
the Rotoract are gettin cold and some are turning blue,
Here comes the rubber ducky and the Rescue three
cnd a fellow giving orders Mr Walter Bagley.
Chorus
not there
Cos you’re directed by the schemes
I’m affected by the means
Of Mr Memory Man
I’m trying not to keep the blues around - don’t suppose
Uh
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills
I've been
Uh
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills
I've been
Gay
Adding local pussy
To his menu today
But Dyna, I'm scared to lose my Gold Star status
Sparkle, dick is rad, but pussy's the raddest
But I'm so
go wrong if you take a song
Sung by Frankie Boy or Mr. C
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue sea
Not for me, all that
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