Lyrics:
At the park, with my homie sipping red Kool-Aid (ahh)
Got approached by this white dude dark blue shades
Thick accent, asked me if I'm tryna get paid
hear it again today
You know my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox's blows a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
hear it again today
You know my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox's blows a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
hear it again today
You know my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox's blows a fuse
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
Brown to the bridge
*singing* Sailing, takes me away
To wherever I'm really going.. shoobedowop
Up, up, and away!
In my beautiful, balloon!
Optical
Still the rain comes pouring
down on me
As the heavens keep on crying
tears of rain drops
In this place where many
dreams are lost
So hard to keep
and singing
The bells are ringing
The clock strikes midnight
And I'm standing by the mistletoe
But I got no one here to hold me close
So I'll keep hoping
a blanket
Clutching a portable tape deck, just about to crank it
She's listening to a song by Ms. Diana Ross, uh-huh
Singing "Dreams can come true", Jim
la la', singing 'la la la'
Until I'm numb
Bouquet of days
Smells like decay
In the sun
In the heat's where I'll stay
I'm pacing the floor
By my drawing
Eyes blue like the Rasengan
I'm going down protecting my son
I knew he'd be loved by everyone
I'm happy to see that he'll be okay when I'm gone
Eyes
The locusts are singing, the sun is red
It's gotten so late somehow
There's gonna be trouble, you know what they said
We should have been home by
retry
Everyone's gonna fade away, I need some help which path do I choose
Cause I'll end up all by myself in my car singing parking lot tunes, yeah
Now
I’m just waiting
Down in hell
Sun is rising
Gotta see you again
I’ve got your name right in my head
Birds keep singing once again
Take me away from
From old Montana down to Alabama I've been before and I'll travel again
You trifling women can't keep a good man down
You dealt the cards but you
From old Montana down to Alabama I've been before and I'll travel again
You trifling women can't keep a good man down
You dealt the cards but you
Browns and Blacks get beat black and blue,
When they boys in blue, come through, it's mad true,
It's sad, dude, wrong color and they blast you,
They think
you kiss my cherry wine lips in the moonlight
I'll be right here waiting for you
Singing your Jazz and Blues
Hanging by the poolside
The boys like
do
I'll do my best not to judge you
Just let me play these heavy load blues
Woke up singing a dead man's song
Smell of smoke rising in the air
mental envision the precision and quick to descend
The decision, is yours I go on the drink Coors
And rock encores for packed floors, yo
We keep moving
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
There are beauty shop playas
Also intelligent clowns
Got they blue cuts with brown
Booty grinding the ground
It's the sound that's created when we
Get up
hurts
But I’ll never be defined by these words
Call me what you want
Call me what you want, uh
Call me what you want
Call me what you want, yeah
Black boy
they tell me I'm wrong
That I should be strong
But you're the one that's never here
So I'll keep on cheating
Till the Lord comes back
Because God knows
to use
My little bro acts too loose
T Dot, YT love cruise
And tek' man's stuff
Get caught by the blues
It was me that day in the Two's
With my broski Lz
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