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with the face blue
Face blue huh yuh yuh
Take one
Do it one take, I don't got no day
Ones
Cannot trust, I be followed by some fake ones
COD zombies yeah

really punching got me looking mean
I just hit it raw wit no condom she creamed
You can't get the drop a young nigga to keen
We roll in some dark shit not

I'm stuck by yo side baby you different I'm willing to stay patient
Took a while to make you mine
His intentions was wicked I got you back in the spirit

Pour it up yea let me catch my rhythm (Catch my rhythm)
Hit the sino man I'm only spending benjamins (Only benjis)
Knocked ya thot down baited her like

move, he'll shoot you
Shorty so wild, she give me a loan
I know she gon' suck on my ruler
Ain't see her in a while
By the time I got back, I can say for

San Francisco Blues

Peggy Lee

We're Playing Your Song...

1990

I got the blues for my baby left me by the San Francisco Bay, 
The ocean liner's gone so far away. 
Didn't mean to treat her so bad, she was

creed
But I bleed I Guarantee
That she not For the streets
She's the mate for my soul
I know it's a trip
Not a pimp not a wimp
Never limp got the blimp
In

Suicide Blonde

Jack's Mannequin

The Glass Passenger

2008

And there is no world wrapping me up
I've got a view from the valley
Living well but we're dying young
To bankrupt a blue sky

I saw the post

who knows 
What am I to say 
 
I think I got the blues baby

I I I got a feeling
We're dealing with fire
This time
She's a bad bad thing
Eye eye eyes

Check the Vibe

Dred Scott

Breakin' Combs

1994

she got a lot of friends
A young girl starin' in the car to the right
I smile back, taken by my own sense of sight
The cops drive by to do some more

by my side and I ain't even gotta say it, She know what's on my mind
I'm talking honey brown skin in a jean skirt
Lil' mama keep it clean like my

you black or blue Mexican Caucasian got the drive to beat a nigga ass you can see I (drag races ) I’m the goat and I point the Duce this the bappamet

untied
I go out to kiss the creator
We're gonna talk talk talk
'Til the thinking slows and I know, I know, I know...

We got his funeral grin
His baggy

Nigga tryna get a fee, if he whack, I'ma tax him
Nigga say he got that work, but he slower than a tractor
I'm the type that make that shit disappear, I

I got a call last night while I's sprawled out on my couch
And it took me by surprise
It was a soft little voice and it was soaked in sorrow
I could

hogan
Back to the wall I'm go feral
Got blue and yellow in my apparel

Back against the wall there ain't no exit
Got no where to go you feeling desperate

to the liquor store
She wanna go to the liquor store
I took a ho to the liquor store
I hit your ho by the liquor store
Boy, you a drunk, think I licked that

I'm a pretty boy
Fucking up my hair I got on skully cap
Bo jackson
Bitch I step out feds on me I'm running back
Rich outlaw duffle bag
In my trunk

family
I swear I'ma make it
Got me some new friends, M.A.D
Finna' be notorious, B.I.G
Tryna kill me, know where I be
Bad bitch, yeah, she on me
Where I

runs batted in
Still break the bat over my quad like Bo Jackson
And my movement's accurate like mo-cap is
And I write between the rhythms like a slow

Movas & Shakers

Inspectah Deck

Uncontrolled Substance

1999

the S.O.S. call
I N S to the rescue about to bless ya'll
Got 'em brawlin' in the mess hall and the dance hall
They ants ya'll and I remain to stand tall

soulmate, life was music
Love was her life tune played by an acoustic
Hypnotized me, every time she danced
Stole my heart, with one glance
Loved her to death,

the time after
Red pill or blue pill
Which one is a time capsule
Parking lot stay filled
Which one ima drive after
Rolex presidential
But I got the yacht

Way back in the soho streets 
The crowds are growing strong
I find myself by a bar where the blues is burning 
And I swear my heart was feeling whole