Lyrics:
have some
Count it by the twos playing blues and some jazz songs
Desert haikus i grew outta sandstorms
I don't feel the pressure but the pressure trynna
so smoothly
Will check my tone when I'm all moody we in it for life yeah I am yours truly
Brush out the waves while you pick out the afro
Look blue in
to her is wasn't good
super bourgeois she was disgusted by the hood
c had another chick thats like her inverted
but She so hood I wasn't shurrrrr if it
Drifting through the atmosphere, and up out into space
Leaving behind the moody city, in it's special place
Some flutterbies, they enter and they
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
a little horseplay
Hard in the paint
Rapid fire like a uzi
My vision being tainted
The brain feeling moody
The neighbors getting mad while I'm home making
a legend
Please don't be threatened, I got some things more imperative booming than all of you peasants
First of, I go by HP
Pretty girls wanna rock so
These Ben ja mins
I am, I
Love to
Do it
You is
Use to
Chillin
Im use to
Moving
Life is
A movie
Loose it
Truth is
Im moody
You weak
Groupies
Line up
With
(echos) Ernest John Locke.
Untethered soul,
Ejaculate into space,
A cool, smooth moon,
Demoted planet dwarf Pluto,
Stone cold moody blue sound,
Way
double-double, cause double trouble never do I rumble
On a rule, my microphone sever clones
It's beyond binocalurs, sence the moody, six chromosomes
I'm no more
(Myx Quest in the building)
(oh ahh, oh ahh, ahh)
(Hwan na b3 hw3)
(So I try and try)
Moody blues, silent in bed,
Closed mouths never really ever
Luis
On duty
I'm wrong? sue me
She on to me
Get the groupie out I'm all loopy
Why you all moody?
Why involve Rudy Giuliani?
World turning all
or do I really see heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies
How I worry about you
Just can't live my life
the place that I hug
She probably just tasted my cum
I'm just a bachelor
Been told I'm kinda moody
Fuck it, I'm a Libra
Don't like it baby then sue me
This is
or do I really see heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies
How I worry about you
Just can't live my life
A pair of stockings, a pair of shoes
A record by The Moody Blues
A bottle of Chanel No. 5
A poster of a band called Dead or Alive
A silk negligee
moody, mix the red when I feel blue
Bad bitch, bad as hell, yeah, she lovin' what I do
I been tryna crash out, but my nigga like keep it cool
Keep it cool,
or do I really see Heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies
How I worry about you
Just can't live my life
babe
Make the time for you, babe
But when you don't love me fully
It push me away, black and blue me
Yeah, I break aside for you, babe
It chips away
[Hook]
You hear a lot of music, but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums, and you snoring
But
Breaking bread with my gang, if they want the loaf then I like the crumbs
They gon' need this shit on DVD, BRB
Heard that bitches outside wanna see my teeth,
Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze
That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues
To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels
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