Lyrics:
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
Oh, gather 'round friends
Why hurry? Let's all stay a little longer
You ought to see my blue eyed Sally
She lives a way down on Shinbone Alley
a life, you need to hang it up
Dreams, click clack
Man down with that chrome Uz'
On his back like "nigga don't move"
Word to mother, we don't lose
Talk
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Well, you've all seen my little blue-eyed Sally
She lives a-way down on Shinbone Alley
The number on the gate and the number on the door
The next
worried about your shit
I’m more concerned with what I earned
And making more of all that shit, yea
How the hell did I end up here?
Blue cheese and a case
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats by cars and ho stacks
Rap nigga puttin' out rock-n-roll tracks
Anything with wheels,
the one I love, is leavin' me all alone.
People the worried blues, stood by me the whole night through.
The worried blues, stood by me the whole night
lime
Blue on the rocks, frozen margarita time
Mexicali, Blue Agave, fire in a bottle
Too much Cabo Wabo, do the Cucharacha wobble
You think by now
the window up above
Mule and the grasshopper eatin ice cream
mule got sick, so they laid him on the green
v3
You ought to see my Blue Eyed Sally
She lives
chiefin', yeah yeah
This that rooftop with a speaker
Blue Dream and a Swisher
Full moon, never clearer, yeah yeah
This that ridin' 'round for no reason
Got
check with me when y'all want y'all shot
It's ten shooters in my hood for every one y'all got
Ay, look, I had to dumb it down for niggas, you gotta do
(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich
with the B.B.
Working my move watch it stack just like T.V.
Ain't worried bout they side mine go spin like a C.D.
My energy off, book a flight
Hopped out my bag and I got to a bag
Don’t wanna chat if it ain’t bout a bag
I was just down I was doing real bad
Niggas ain’t know how to act
All
even control it
Cause they tryna kill me guess they got a chip on they shoulder
Black man, black man that’s all I'll ever be
I ain’t worried bout you
So
that tuck that
My night looking bright
My fronto by lighter
You can ride if I like ya my baby
Yellow belt, baby blue top but she been around
But
the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey
I'ma buy a brand new Caddy on vogues
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everythin',
feast
Lifes a beauty but it turned me to me beast
I was scarred mentally
In love with money only worried bout the breesh
In love with money only worried
Monday blues
But tell me, honey, how many blues
Just how many blues
I'll see you at the Red House down by The Crossroads
How long will I have The How Long
shaggin' house
I'd be with my woman, yeah, before the sun goes down
You come up here skippin' and a' jumpin', oh Lord, it won't last long
Gonna wish
Lord
I got some things to say that I ain't never say before
I got some things up on my chest I gotta stress, my Lord
Blue lights all around me think I
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
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