Lyrics:
She called up the radio station
To request a song by Cream
That she didn't know the name of
For her love living far away
Hours passed without
I'm going out, yeah I wanna get off in the groove tonight
I'm stepping out, yeah Tryna hear me some good blues tonight, yeah
I'm stepping out, I'm
don dey see alert
See, Na PH-City I first enter bunk I start to cyph
Enter FPI I start to notch
Turn director of social for my faculty
Dj Moscow, Mr.
This last joint we gon' call Conversations
Original produced by DJ Pain, big up bro
So when I sat down to write this joint
I thought about all
finally headed in
First got ourselves something to drink
And then the first dj began to spin
Now the party was in full flow
And there I met a beautiful lady
didn't cum
Get some green by the Levi blues
Don’t wear sneakers, they’re tennis shoes
Punks around the way think I most ill
Cause I love to chill with that
sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets
I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak
I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets
the DJ be clowning, please roll up a dub
He's playing No Scrubs, I'm lost in an island where no one can find me
But that's how I like it, I'm zoning
to hop for cars my nigga DJ Q
told me come on through 'cause he got a gang
of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
that's
to explode,
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now,
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this
to Chinatown
Motivatin' to Ray Street, locatin' a place to eat
Plates is taped to the cheek (Yum)
Savin' the papers for DJ tapes to peep, down by the gallery
si y'a le blues dans sa vie
Au bar du Lutetia, l'piano r'connaît sa voix
Avec le musicien, il joue à quatre mains
Il plagie Count Basie, Erroll
just copped a Ruger last week
I don't chase the mula
I'm searching for peace
I learned from Carlito not trusting Luis
But if I'm on the wing
Then
All across the universe
Every boy and every girl
Is looking for this thing called love
So why do all the other girls
Got pretty men by their side
the money the bud and codine
Skippin them classes looking for liks living up drastic my vision are vivid
Instead of a bag a blue lui duffel
Instead of a drum
Fuck a fake nigga, I can die by myself
I only drive in sport
'cause the faster the better
Basketball seats, I got NBA leather
Shoot a nigga quick
If
it
SoFi, I'm on Century
I got tickets for the season
Yeah, all this money, all these hoes
I can't believe it yeah, SoFi
(DJ on the beat
So it's
and Tim, me and him
We rocks out, oh you p do that
No shoes, just some socks out
Relaxing in the club, DJ'ing
Playbacking, everything that I do
They don't
sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets
I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak
I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
That Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
And she ran inside weeping
zeros in the bank in front of them triple digits
This for the niggas out getting it
This for the bitches out spending it
With a backpack full of blue
the ozone
Woken up by landing, looking at my phone
Message from my brother saying welcome home
Back in the bay, only thing I've always known
Market street,
And if you feelin' blue, you already
We're about to wrap this thing up tonight y'all, and uh
It's been a very special treat
And I wanna give a very special
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