Lyrics:
music and lyrics by Andrew Cane
Are You Gay?
Vers1
When i see you in your dancing shoes
I can tell that you are feeling blue
And i´m the one who´s
Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back.
She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living
Room. "I
her back.
She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living
room. "I dunno."
Inside the package, Waldo quivered with
Heart broke i’m wide awake
Like why you lying to my face
It don’t make sense yuh
Filled with guilt ain’t been the same since
Dashing the whip catch
wider by the hour, living close to the bone
Living close to the bone, close to the bone
Living close to the bone, close to the bone
Living close
There's a place
I know very well
And it's somewhere
Between heaven and hell
Where the sky
Is ocean blue sometimes
But the sun can make up it's mind
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
half a line
By myself on the Metro line
With the blues kicking in my brain
I'm trying to feel sane
Not the person I became
And I love it
And i love it
with these bitches?
You the only one that could've put me in my feelings
Thumbing thru the check, making love to them digits
Racked up, stuffing blue
'Til you're turning blue
I'll always stay the old chick
With braided up and hair thick
Ask me where I'm from
Bitch, I'm from the roses
I love me
More
By the end of this we will be living in luxury
Substantially
So are you in
There's only one obvious answers
So of course you'll go
So on course we go
got a
Custom-built house with the waterslide
From the top floor to the living room Jacuzzi
Electric maid cleans the house Jetson Judy
Big booty
You can
surprise when I find out you were about to try
To keep letting the dreams die by keeping me down before I get up
And with a little luck I'll break on through
A wandering poet
Packs up his shoes
His feet hurt when he's walking
But standing still he gets the blues
He sits by the river and pens another poem
Cries his
The truth like a loaded gun you push it away you push it away
You think I'm the only one with emotions like a loaded gun
I'm living blue sky fine with
blues by not choosing to settle
Playin' with cash
This an experiment
Don't know what gear I'm in
She just keep tellin' me this whip is fast
Lipstick
(Oh, the wine cooler)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
around lake Michigan again
I'm on a mission with some friends
My winter's discontent will be spent reminiscing
On when I was an infant living on Belmont
born to run away (whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Top down, no doubt
We were born to run away (whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Break out the blue horizon
We'll never settle,
cause I'm living right
You stay by my side you a ride or die woah
I'm going do the race in phantom
Nigga want play got no manner
I'm skinny but call me
and do my rap be intrigued by this and that I can write whatever lad
I don't need your map more illustrations more traps more lies that's facts
I sail with
ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh
Yeahhh, yeahhhh
When you`re living your life (when you`re living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There`s
how I do the trick jail and back always on the same shit
Disappear Tryna find out who I'm with all I want is blue but I see the green
Just like I'm
So come with me up to sunset beach
And spend some time by the big blue sea
Laying in the sand, drinks in our hands
How we're supposed to be
So come
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