Lyrics:
Sweet, sweet morning blues
Oh how I miss you
The sound of melodies are blowing
Through my wind
Sweet, sweet morning blues
Oh how I miss you
a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine
thousand convicts
Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets
With nullified beef and combat swamp rats
on me
I can't think for myself
It's all because that woman of mine
Making love to someone else
I'm turning green from being blue
Without your face
I'm getting head n the drop
Plotting on a Mill
Next time I'm on tour
Champagne by the bottle
Lemon pepper wings
And every single dollar
It's WeeGee
served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but bitch you never had
A nigga to give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford had
watchin
Out for the death while the beats knockin
Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and chief stockings
Spiritual last, equipped with physical mass
Able
this earth
Played with skirts, always alert
Shirt me if you want to shirt me, I conserve
Energy that's been burnt
Take your turn, I earn, dollar by
This every night
Will I survive when my mind does a drive-by?
I’m a night guy, but only because in the shut eye my fights hide
And in hindsight, I
Hol on this train goin' by
Pull up im sending that playa hater home
Slugs too thick they penetrate his dome
Fuck with the enemy you fuck with my bro
mileage
Been round the state, I done fucked on the hottest
Just being honest, I want more
Getting them racks while we out on tour
Run till i'm sore
Them
your like a prize
Me without you is like a crime
Bring it over and let me calm your nerves
‘Cus mami I can't wait no more
Slow wine as I take this tour
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
kill your nerve with a single glance
Her short blonde hair and baby blues
Make her look invitin' but it’s just a ruse
Everybody in town knows her
I get to speedin' I'm duckin' the blues on the I-95 (Woah)
I get to bust up the pounds wit' my plug we roll up and get high (Woah)
I get to schemin'
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
For eons, we've been watching you
Keeping track of all you do
Wondering at the view
Of our nearest neighbor
Your home is a nice shade of blue
Unlike
Saw your face by a colored light
Woke up late got me feeling alright
And the sight of you was quite astounding
The sound of your giggle has the earth
like any kind she's seen
These field notes of mine take patience, nerve, and time
To track her down along these crisp blue lines
Sharp renardelle by
part of the problem boy
You ain't part of the deal
I said Hey boss man
I just do what I do
I'm just a poor boy
Singing the poor boy blues
I've learned
Let's rock 'till the sun goes down
Take a kiss from the moonlight blues inbound
This here's what we call our night
Make a noise, we'll bite
Moving up
the blues all night
The tour of Germany
Was bleeding into our eyes
And we were sailing over
Scandinavian skies
We had the Midas touch
Until we met the Dutch
to you
But baby I'm on tour, I'm on the move
Still with it by my side, you on like glue
And girl I want you to take it off, yeah
Baby girl I'll never break
got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal
[Black Thought]
Look, it is what it is
Because of what it was
I did what I did
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