Lyrics:
it ain’t so”
PTSD forvered triggered
By them sirens
I ain’t black
Cuz I ain’t vote
For Joe Byron
Or so he said
They been feeding
BreadCrumbs
Only
be the daddy
That runs the house, straight up
[warren g]
Now you can call me pappy or you can call me daddy
I'm hitting 21st in the blue and grey
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
Hello, Mister Holland
And Rosie may come out and play
She's a good girl now
Won't be no trouble, no how
By the way, Mister Holland
I like
[Verse 1]
Step in the club with my air force ones
In the back of my bub, I got air force dones
Full of that red, white, and blue I'm amped up
Fake
The media will tell you, and these politicians, too
Anything to keep you watching, anything but what's the truth
They say it's white versus black
Black sheep boy,
Blue-eyed charmer,
Head hanging with horns
From your father.
Oh,
In a cold little mirror you were grown,
By a black little
and glassy-eyed
Gotta keep your head
Keep out of the red
Keep it black and blue
Play it all by ear
And let 'em disappear
It's like voodoo
And if you play to win
for the chill
Expecting the first day
Of the approaching winter's electric thrill
Dressed in shades of black and navy blue
You wore indigo from head
this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get
white
And everything emptying into white
A blue eyed drummer rehearses outside
A black spider dancing on top of his eye
Red legged chicken stands
niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
circlin' but they don't slow down take you to court
think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just
To look for fortune and fame
Starry eyed in my seaside successes
And much too sure of the game
First girl I met thereI thought I'd get there
But
Eyed Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded"
Fees for shoes, Ivizu jeans breezing through
Leaving your team green and blue
Only thing, the thing
Commentary by Joe Rogan
You can't cage what you can't gage
You ever seen a psychopath on a rampage?
I catch a rapper in the cut like a band-aid
Then push
gave them them blankets
500 yrs later and y'all still taking
Blue eyed devil stop yo faking
It's not faking, it's applying what's practical
Stop being
Im on the move
No I didnt take it I am immune
Im a mutation I am a goon
We in the Matrix give me the blues ya ya ya
Dnt get it confused
Pulling my
was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by
Need these faces blue
Need a brown-eyed baby mama like an eighth of glue
Baby blue I'm praying for ya
Don't ya know there's gon' be brighter days for ya?
dead
Todemi Todemi Todemi Todemi
Color of my life is black
Back n black,
The blue,
Back pack the sack
I been attackin,
The game for too, long,
The red devil gives the blue bird a pink-slip
The purple power showers green into the white lips
Not everything is so black and gold
Attack the mold, never
don't mean that I can handle it
Hail Mary on these niggas
I'mma send these demons scrambling
Cards on the table like a young nigga gambling
Blue eyed
It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
Drinks were being served as usual,
And a goodly crowd was there.
When up stepped old
approached by two blue-eyed angels
No halos and dark faces expressionless
Three questions, no less than this
No guessing, only a rebel of God wanted
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