let's paint the city eiffel tower green and go on a holiday, go on a vacation. this is the closest that we'll ever be but you're still so far away from
blue shoes and wear a blue hat Live in a blue house on a blue street In a blue town by a blue creek I write my blue songs with my blue pen I sing the blue
black man, a MC, a MC, a MC I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's full of woes I'm constantly singin' them downhome blues And not many people
singing yoo hooooo they're singing wild blue. and wau wau up there, bursting in air red rockets, brig D glare >from the land of sky blue waters sent
the Milky Way forever, as our eyes shower sweetness upon each other. IV I caught a glimpse of your eyes Last night in a restless dream Awaking out of green field blue seas stars
P-A-T One hundred, yeah, that's me If you don't recognize, you gon' see I'm a straight-up trill OG In a black-on-black-on-black Cadillac, like a Mack
hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz [Roxie Hart] Say it again. [Fred Casely] You're a star, kid. My little shooting star! [Velma Kelly
found the light saturated in your charm We kiss the sky and dance across rainbows Now it's all in technicolor with you I lived in the blackest house
three) everybody get a gat Verse Three: Boots Ahhhhhh yeah! Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and pimps Basketball players, rap stars, and simps That's what little black
blue hat Live in a blue house on a blue street In a blue town by a blue creek I write my blue songs with my blue pen I sing the blue notes to my blue
each other's shoes so you don't have to sing the blues. under the sky cross the land with a horse. it felt like a sky and the land were divorced. the
a dream, I used to read Complex magazines When I rhyme I'm tryna get pictures in High Times Smoke trees and see my dreams hanging in the sky line Swanton
house a shotgun Praying hands hold me down Only the hunter was hunted In this tin can town Tin can town No stars in the black night Looks like the sky
of Odin my master Take the dead home from battle To Valhalla Here I am as a nobody Awaiting the beating of wings Of the godly women who fill the sky Black
In the shit house a shotgun Praying hands hold me down Only the hunter was hunted In this tin can town Tin can town No stars in the black night Looks
. I dance in blue shoes and wear a blue hat. Live in a blue house, on a blue street, in a blue town by a blue creek. I write my blue songs with my blue
