Blu, EXILE - I Am Jean lyrics
[Blu, EXILE - I Am Jean lyrics]
Check It Out Yo
Copacetic, and I'm nice like my credit
Sweet as diabetics
You can even call the medic
Fresh like a lettuce wrap blunt
Wrap the lettuce then rap (but hold up)
But hit them trees 'fore you're dead it
Set it off like I'm off it talk odd often
Saw God coughing I was so high
Calling on dope like my hope died
Like I'm a nobody
Turned somebody with a word somebody heard
Young Bird Parker with the
Marker i'd offer herb
But the words will take you farther
Pure art martyr
Like if I wore my heart on my
Sleeve I'd be darker than my father
Part author, mom got the French side
I was this high French-kissing when I
Was six like young John Godard
Under trees soaking up the summer
Breeze writing love songs bout
It at a doubt she'll ever read but fuck it
Like the english-lit subject
Passed with an A but ditched
Every grade after lunches
Usual suspect, but what you expect?
Can't say - grace, chase lust and love less
I'm a poet helpless romantic type
To hold hands, make plans
And quote stanzas Just so you can
(tell me how nice I am)
I am Jean never repeat it love or
Leave it gotta be the one
Single digit numero un blooming out the
Garden of Egypt Nile River
Flow searching for the
Eighth wonder under water dance
Cooler than the
Ice pick a beat to rip right riper than a
Honey dew melon blessed be the memory of
Morning dew orange juice champagne toasted
Lampin' under shade under pray christ quoting
What ever happened to that good ol'?
Now every day I get up focused
On how to get more
Why can't it be so simple? Narrow
Path, pad and a pencil
Now everybody tryna get that pimp on
This is that pay my rent song
Used to be the emcee sitting on ya
Couch atcha' house tryna get on
Fuck it I don't want nothing of
It game is so disgusting
Y'all don't even wanna discuss it
Success can suck it
I rep Hip-Hops but haven't sold the ethics
Etch-a-sketch a method get ghost
Before ya read it
Smoking on resin tryna keep it level headed
Digging for new records
While petal-plucking destiny
Pressing up the message
Kept it from the press
Under stress but I guess it's a
Part of being successful B
Sene told me that and the homie told me
Rap even though I don't match the image
I gotta give it
Live it daily even when I'm with my lady, she
Be like "Blu you crazy, turn that shit down
Play with me"
I save the beat and go do that
But before I do can I spew that?
New rap I wrote for them new cats
To know I'm no joke like
The G-O quote so GQ and dope
On the D-L though no Hughley
Truly, Blu be the gentleman women friends
Dissin' cause I'm spitting hymns
Back to church again
Yeah giving y'all the word until service ends
Word to Reverend Run
Dig the kendricks, the choir
And ushers still here like I love her
So mother-cas you can (tell me how nice)
Copacetic, and I'm nice like my credit
Sweet as diabetics
You can even call the medic
Fresh like a lettuce wrap blunt
Wrap the lettuce then rap (but hold up)
But hit them trees 'fore you're dead it
Set it off like I'm off it talk odd often
Saw God coughing I was so high
Calling on dope like my hope died
Like I'm a nobody
Turned somebody with a word somebody heard
Young Bird Parker with the
Marker i'd offer herb
But the words will take you farther
Pure art martyr
Like if I wore my heart on my
Sleeve I'd be darker than my father
Part author, mom got the French side
I was this high French-kissing when I
Was six like young John Godard
Under trees soaking up the summer
Breeze writing love songs bout
It at a doubt she'll ever read but fuck it
Like the english-lit subject
Passed with an A but ditched
Every grade after lunches
Usual suspect, but what you expect?
Can't say - grace, chase lust and love less
I'm a poet helpless romantic type
To hold hands, make plans
And quote stanzas Just so you can
(tell me how nice I am)
I am Jean never repeat it love or
Leave it gotta be the one
Single digit numero un blooming out the
Garden of Egypt Nile River
Flow searching for the
Eighth wonder under water dance
Cooler than the
Ice pick a beat to rip right riper than a
Honey dew melon blessed be the memory of
Morning dew orange juice champagne toasted
Lampin' under shade under pray christ quoting
What ever happened to that good ol'?
Now every day I get up focused
On how to get more
Why can't it be so simple? Narrow
Path, pad and a pencil
Now everybody tryna get that pimp on
This is that pay my rent song
Used to be the emcee sitting on ya
Couch atcha' house tryna get on
Fuck it I don't want nothing of
It game is so disgusting
Y'all don't even wanna discuss it
Success can suck it
I rep Hip-Hops but haven't sold the ethics
Etch-a-sketch a method get ghost
Before ya read it
Smoking on resin tryna keep it level headed
Digging for new records
While petal-plucking destiny
Pressing up the message
Kept it from the press
Under stress but I guess it's a
Part of being successful B
Sene told me that and the homie told me
Rap even though I don't match the image
I gotta give it
Live it daily even when I'm with my lady, she
Be like "Blu you crazy, turn that shit down
Play with me"
I save the beat and go do that
But before I do can I spew that?
New rap I wrote for them new cats
To know I'm no joke like
The G-O quote so GQ and dope
On the D-L though no Hughley
Truly, Blu be the gentleman women friends
Dissin' cause I'm spitting hymns
Back to church again
Yeah giving y'all the word until service ends
Word to Reverend Run
Dig the kendricks, the choir
And ushers still here like I love her
So mother-cas you can (tell me how nice)