Lyrics:
I want to lie by your side
And watch the tide run over
Lay your head upon my shoulder
I want to lie by the bed
And send my head out reeling
Maggie Smith, beachy head
Call my bluff, golden shred
Blue suede shoes, Paul Smith socks
All the above, tick my box
The Fender Tele, Evelyn Waugh
brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
and the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
accomplished I don't know I don't have conscience
I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; I'm head hunting
No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these
Baby, you know you've got to
You've got to be what you're going to be
A blues man needs a nickname
And everybody calls me Two Shoes
Cause i always
Street lights and deep nights, cats tryna eat right
Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet
millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only
to five
The president is crying, crying in the White House
The prime minister's really got the blues
All the heads of state are busy playing cat
that I feel like
I feel as thought I'm mimicking
Like I could never sing the blues because
I mean, what's an eighteen year-old
Middle-class, well-fed
of me ('cause she, 'cause she proud)
Lot of blues like I'm bangin' C (lot of blues 'cause I bang Crip)
Blow my phone up gettin' head, I let it ring (let
your shoes
You'd think by now I'd be exactly where I want to be
Got what I need, know what I need to know
I'm all dressed up but without you
Well I been pushed to the edge,
By my head ache blues.
And I got pulled by the pull of the tide.
I got stripped of my soul,
Standing in my
was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog
He's staying out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Shadow
Street lights and deep nights, cats tryna eat right
Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet
need to fix your faces quickly
'for your spirit get eliminated
I've been initiated, strictly by invitation
To the order of the Samurai
So this is sacred
Too many women, and not enough time
I'm a cool cat, but I'm on life nine
Pimping ain't dead cause I be the life line
And I don't buy the bar cause
Well, he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog
He's staying out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Out of circulation till the dogs get tired
some rock 'n' roll and some ol' blues
Wandering from town to town in my worn-out blue suede shoes
I've been rocking I've been rolling on the shores
of tinfoil curve like men
A midwife in a blue
A quiet gothic shape
Gentled by the candles
A mask behind a veil
The night sky made of carbon
The funny smell
my cats think you feel me at?
Alla why'all, and when we earn that
They finally let the dish and the pan
Then I start with some cash
Let me get
Slender on my feet
Before I was through
Tracing all my T's
I was calling my bloom
cnd I was a runner by myself
Looping around in my shoes
Blue and suede
the garden
And the first signs of morning were peering through the leaves
And my blue suede shoes were collecting dew
And the path it was leading back to you
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