Lyrics:
pushing these bars like its my last set
24/7 I been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7
lights are doing my fucking head in
Give me a window
Give me a view
I need some daylight
I need some blue sky
Slow death
Slow death
By fluorescent lighting
I can't help, I think about you
You say my name when I'm blue
When I'm with you I feel like imma never lose
I don't wanna play this game if it's not
Woah wait
Why do these niggas just lie lie lie lie
Woah wait
I do what I can get by by by by
Woah wait
I want more so i aim for the sky sky sky sky
friends
Yeah, you bitch and moan, but this the life I chose
Glad to have these moments, shooting, drinking, fishing
Cute blue, white, blonde, hair's on,
Passing Cars
If Pain Is Blood
I Must Have Lost Few Jars
By Past Scars
By Past Scars
To Be Broke
Sometimes It's Okay
To Feel Low
I Whis I Could Hide My
where I
Posed for back in the
Day to make money they weren't very sexy
In fact I looked quite bored i
Was but I was expected to feel
Ashamed when these
represent it till the day that I die
And I didn't tell a lie
Still gon get by
Listen
This is for the homies in my hood
All the single mamas it's all
Endlessly hop down the road
Borne by wind, we southward blow
And yonder, wild and blue
The wild blue yonder looms
'Till we are wracked with rheum
By
Days full of rain
Skys comin' down again
I get so tired
Of these same old blues
Same old song
Baby, it won't be long
'Fore I be tyin' on
My
One toy soldier stands alone
With his drum down by his side
One toy soldier on his own
With his drum to keep the time
He keeps the beet of marching
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops
Daybed, iPod
"May-back," Maybach
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
cool, I too once, averaged the same
Til I got slick, took risks
Carried the 'caine
Then I cooked shit, pushed it
Married the game
Now these days, I just
you gonna leave me
Are you gonna make me cry
Are you gonna love me
Are you gonna make me cry
These chains of blues gonna haunt me
Until the day I
on your dancing shoes
It'll see you through
When time is flying
When you know there's no end to these modern blues
Put on your dancing shoes
It'll
you gonna leave me?
Are you gonna make me cry?
Are you gonna love me?
Are you gonna make me cry?
These chains of blues gonna haunt me
Until the day
blue sky and a clear blue day
Fo' a G from D-P-G to wear clear blue and gray
I come, I came, I am, I ain't
The nigga you wants to fuck with, get
Woah your lips turn blue
These lies hold truth and I'll be fine
Without you, without you, without you
without you
Tell me I'm right tell me I'm
Ladies and gents
Turn up your sound system
To the Sound of Carlos Santana
And the G&B (it's The Product)
Ghetto Blues from the Refugee Gang
of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
Captain Hook to these infants, it's like my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen,
Some of these days
You're gonna miss me, baby
Some of these days
You'll feel so lonely
You're gonna miss my huggin'
You'll miss my kissin'
You may
Three-sixty-five days to Christmas
Now the big day is passed and we sit here perplexed
Post-holiday blues are upon us right now
So with nothing to drink to we
do is sing the blues
But have I forsaken you by telling you
What you must do
And all I do is sing the blues
But I would never lie, let things
the movies
But hey
Die for this Firm, live for this Firm
Niggas learn, never should come before your fam
From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in
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