Lyrics:
an R&B contract
Now they hit me with a one to THREE, personal-LY
conspira-CY, it don't mean shit to ME
The time will go fast, because I'm true blue
Mama, I'm crying, did the silver angel warn the earth
From a blue sky falling?
Father, I'm frightened, what will happen if it falls again?
Will
beatup sneakers and a pony tail
CHORUS:
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, give me your hand
Give me something that I can remember
Just like before, we can walk
Just like a little piece of star
Oh oh oh oh ah
Like a blue electric shock
Like a radioactive rock
Like the hands of a digital clock she's
ain't stupid when you got a gun actin like cupid
Hand all inside your fuckin waist band
Actin like you's a fuckin big man
You ain't got shit on the lokest
see why like JoJo
Ha, ho hate me just by lookin' at my photos
Punk ass bitch, I don't want your life (punk ass bitch)
I don't want your nigga, no, we
A lesson learned
Things will only get worse
Because it never gets better
Survive by seeking others
Who dwell in the darkness just like you
Investigate
tango foxtrot blues
Bring em home just for the weekend
We'll make something outta you!
V2
Must've penned a thousand letters, two weeks worth of kerosene
they come
For me I'm numb
Already by what you have done
Yet here I am
With both my hands
Stretched out for you
This wasn't my plan
I just might
Lay
at ease (I'm free)
Came up this side and chose that side
My nigga, that's fine by me
My nigga, that's cool with me (ah)
But you ain't moved Mum out
in Yonkers
We So-Cal residential lyrical monsters
Gettin' women's attention like I'm rippin' a concert
So put your hands high 'til your arms hurt
I
There are days when those gray skies
Make you blue
Each forward step you take
You fall back by two
You've been hit by some hard knocks
You just can't
and they sand em out
Disguised in the hood just to scan em out
Taking pictures like they working for paramount
I'm allergic to the boys in blue
Saving lives
the red white end blue
It seemed strange to me
was it strange to you?
Brotha's on the street
And everyone is scared a ya
So how could ten Africans
rather be home, getting dome by my girl
Make it clap from the back, then we smoke till I have an attack
Take a lil puff and then hand it right back, damn
is art
Entering the ballroom and we’re waiting for the band
Want to be near the stage and take you by the hand
Waiting impatiently surrounded by some
hands and blood on my lips
From the drunken smokes we shared on Halloween
I'm gonna fuck it up
If you give me the chance
An occupation only saturated by
This might be my great cmerican novel/
I'm comin back in my prime/The Kerouac of my time/
Still tying up a few loose ends/I thought were true blue
Angel came down from Heaven yesterday
She stayed with me just long enough to rescue me
And she told me a story yesterday
About the sweet love between
gone
Waiting for my plane
With a coffee in hand
I keep thinking 'bout our wishes
And our well-made plans
So I wrote to you
With these airport blues
She been staring in the mirror, whispering to herself
Then she says right outta the blue, ever wish you were someone else
He stands by the window
around, looking down on them on my own
Take my hand and I promise you that you'll never again walk alone
Come hate the world with me, let the two of us
Harlots hang in the hollows now
Cold and blue in their old nightgowns
Calico skin set to burn and howl
Got them twenty dollar hands and them fifty
when I got the blame for
Not bein the joy of a boy that he aimed for
One day I came home, he was sittin in the chair by the front do'
Just waitin
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