Lyrics:
With her ghost-tattoo hand Making drinks for all those needies And I’m singing bluehead blues for you Recollecting that, I can comprehend this clear
Omnipresence Dyed in Blue Dancing True Bluehead, do you know? The story’s penned, not in vain, not on page. Sigh and exhale, cast down your shadows and leap
belong to certain individuals Personas that elevated the dead man’s expression A band of mad people A faithful daughter And a bluehead It’s time… time
don't let nobody do it for ya I'ma GummyBear cause this kitty too chewy for ya (haha) Yeah Call me Sour Patch, my vibe too sour for ya I'ma bluehead, I'ma
rapper my bars Christmas Cooked like a bar & grill I Spit these bars in your grill Homer bluehead keep a mag I'm Bart Simpson My bars mention muscle bars
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