Lyrics:
Ray Charles does it when he's singing the blues
The great ones do it any time they choose
So why can't I forget you
And make it look easy
I've got
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
birthed me
I came out
Put her through hell but still in all she couldn't help but smile
I resemble my mama to be truthful
And I ain't got to describe
super bad
She got me feeling easy, she's my mantra
You got me
In a headlock and I like it baby
He's not me
He get by but girl I buy it we got
setting us right?
Or do we celebrate an ambush of amateur paint
On a confused canvas, and call it a name?
“Jackson!”
I fell asleep by a world that would
when I get that blue check
My family gone be straight cuz I got them
When I get my first check
Popping tags off back 2 back
Peeping just how these
pitching
I'm broke, my A-T-M ain't kicking
But what I drive, I build expensive
Look at me, nigga, I got it
In pocket, ask Houston how I rock-it
If I go
Before I ever met her
I was a dirty reckless boy
Now she got me shaped up
Like a James Dean toy
She gives my heart a life
Things were bleak here in this
to the library
Got a new batch, some blue, booberry
Stuck in the hallway, with a pass, say dog he just smoke all day
It's a mind game, like the ream I seem to keep
colored in red
I felt the blues just by the things she said
I want my mission so I can escape today
[Chorus]
God knows, I ain't sleeping but I want my
in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the armor all while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes
we got to give
The gift of being honest wasn't always for the rich
I'm all about the matrix, but I'm not about to glitch
I got the hits by the blitz,
Clemens,
ya know the kid with the O's
that's as large as linens
when it comes to sellin trees
I'm as large as Timberland
my lawyer got my charges slimmin'
he
post a lyric up, read it
See how you can't compete, royalty is how I should be treated
Like Michael Jackson said, beat it
There's none sweeter, I got my
they're shinin' bright
(They shining' bright)
Everything's feelin' right
(Hmmm it's feelin' right)
Got no time for no blues
(Alright)
All I think about is
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
Together in this song
Got rhythms birthed by harmony
But seems when people hear it they wanna do so much harm to me
Discouraged and distraught
I planned
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Naz, naz, naz, naz its that gang shit
Its that campaign shit
Its that gang shit nigga that's got
Lil boat fucked up though
I
Back stage
Living like animals
One Two Three
Switching girls so casual
Without sex I couldn't get by
I've got a bad addiction burning up inside
So
Blue Dream
written by: keith johnston
She gives
Away animals
She says to follow
Your emotions
Like a thief
If anger's got you down
On all fours -
to the rhythm and blues
She was so pretty in her long red dress
I was more than willing to give her my best
I dont know why but I let her slip away
Now I
cash we see blue in our face
Stays out of beef but Slim Jim is her waist
She is so thick and she got some hood in her
Her heart stays cold even when
bag
I gave that shit to my side piece
Hermes on my tag
She got a sister they siamese
New fleece Dior
New cleats Dior
New Glock three four
Drop clutch
I got a move and she shake it a lot
You gotta come down and take off the top
I'm 21, I need me a lot
Let's have some fun, send me a dot
Move it like
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