Lyrics:
Always moody whenever I'm blue
Would rather spend my nights in white satin
A bunch of house-elves gotta be slaves
In order to make the magic happen
Some
for you
I can't help it
That moment when I felt it
I can't help it
I wanna feel like that
I can't help it
Through long nights in white satin
I can't
a sad situation
Happy to be hatin', you soon will see satin
When things seem to be moving slow
I need to hear some poetry down at Blue Note
So now I'm
My goodness, my gracious, shell told a beat us with the fat blue racist
Hand full of aces, trumped up dumb trunk white wall paces
Drink till you
of cotton panty
Along a skin of satin sea.
Hot night in Budapest.
You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.
Feel it blowing
of satin sea, hot night in Budapest
You could cut the heat, peel it back
With the wrong side of a knife
Feel it blowing from the side fills
Feel like
that gets me down, being young in this town
Is there's no future in it
I want a fine perfume, how 'bout a blue corvette?
If there's a slower death than
yo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessing like
yo caught em at the ice pavilion
Dressy, salad bar style Nestle
Four white niggas, covered in vest pieces
Think like a mob flick
Guessing like
The thing that gets me down, being young in this town
Is there's no future in it
I want a fine perfume, how 'bout a blue corvette?
If there's a slower
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
the dough, the black widow
Yo, she was a tight bird, female version of Iceberg
To put in the right words
Played the right curves, beige and white birds
plaques on the wall
Man, every car that I sit in, it's satin slid in exhaust
Six cylinder the engine, ceilings with stars
Nigga, of course I'm Venetian
Does it make blue things white, or make white things blue?
(His blue things are white, and his white things are blue)
My Fastback has Wide-Track
the color blue
While I'm pursuing the music and the mic
I'm losing the fight
Moving tonight
Reciting my writings
Avoiding the white light by suicide
It's you
hide
Sunlight will renew your pride
Skin white by skin golden
Like a promise to be free
Dolphins playing in the sea
All his sea dreams come to me
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
that came out my cave sick
Crazy get you shots not the ones you chasing
All blue collar goon niggas who I hang wit
Chains in whips like a slave ship
up get that shirt untucked
Tell em we don't give a fuck
Put ya hands to the stars
In the night time
In the day let em sway
Towards the blue sky
I got
read Tacitus and Pliny and the Scarlet Pimpernel,
I put a night shift in with Dante on his journey into Hell,
And that's what we'll all be facing if
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
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