Lyrics:
by my lonesome
Now I got the money, they all want some
When I needed them they
Didn’t come around though now I’m popping
Had to build it from
faces turn blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost
or Blue, what's it to you?
They're just two wings,
Of the same ol’ ruse.
[Chorus]
I scream, you scream
Political machine
I scream, you scream
Political
I've been
Two dollar bill left in a drawer
Wish I had a couple more
It'd take my working blues away
If I could buy you anything
And put a stone on that
Cause niggas get shredded everyday tryna
Make it to the majors
I'm just on my own two
Multi till my bone blue
I'm worldwide with this movement like where
back from Hollywood
And I ain't changed a lick
Though, I know I probably should
But, what I'm doin' is not a good look
I never did it by the good
chicks like low-key
Wrists of, zero degrees
I'm, toxic off the Belve'
Two strippers, in my hotel suite
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I
Feather one me, Feather two you
Tossed upon the ceaseless blue sky
In carefree flight
Wind she blow and drift he rain
And tide and flood and back
blue faces
Keep my Glock right there by my suitcases
I cant trust you bitches cuz you floogazy
And these rappers tripping, check they shoe laces
Im
ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking baby, baby
Make
Where the hell's my ramen
Locked up with a thousand niggas
Two thousand niggas
And I'm in the hole
Like
Fuck the time and
Eating
Chicken
Veggie
Chili
got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor
to you
The life you choose
You can’t lose
China blue
Don’t play the fool it’s up to you
Don’t let that fool … be you
Verse 2:
The road may be hard
I got greens, I got greens, on me, yeah
I got greens,
Greens, blues, guap on me, I got your bae in the cut with me
I just spent what he makes in
bigger
But better yet, I'ma threat, so ya better walk
Or get sketched out in chalk, cause I don't want to talk
I stay true blue, I'm hopin it's you too
I
at the mall in blue drawers
On some do-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that is
New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin deal
Heyyyyyy
[Chorus: Petey
We put bests to a 3 note motif
You sound like lynus on piano keys
Good grief
Tied up in the tempo
Dragged away with two kicking feet
We mastered
[Verse Two: Black Thought]
In my formitive by my peers I was influenced
Until the instruments of time killed the congruence
I peeped the blue prints
and sinister holy, the drown burst blue babies now
Dead on the seashore, the valorous horseman, who hang
From the ceiling, the pig on the carpet, the dusty
Two-fifteen
Uh, I'm here seated at the helm
The black soundtrack to confusion is the film
I'm channelin' uncertainty and usin' it to tell
to tell you
The world's not run by
Pop songs with their catchy beats
Distracting you again from reality
Meaningless, acceptable and nothing unique
And you
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
time by The Priests
Atlantis' key
The Eye of the Sea
[II. The Drowned Lands]
From the depths of the ocean
Came the spawn of the deep
From
Was that a blue canary
Behind your hands cuffed over the two by two
A little friendly fire
He's just a boy who had your back, covering you
If
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