Blu - Pardon lyrics
[Blu - Pardon lyrics]
Yea, When you get too old to fight
Day turns night huggin' the light
Hummin' like a bird does dubs etcetera
Love song plethoras
Instead of collectin' her you rejected her
Respected her, let her be hurt
Wrote her a letter and she
Read it 'fore rescinding
Back to me she won't
Gone with em' fell victim to
The prism of what color kill em' slow
Seeds don't grow by the farms they are
Gentrified sent alive to me, beliefs
The agnostic priests
Optimistical paths so predictable to rituals
Habitual, laugh if it tickles you
Funny money live for you bruh
If it interests you
Mom said it's for the French and you
Parlez-vous Francais obviously probly just me
Feelin like Gs
Surrounded by thieves rounded by the trees
Planted by the rivers and the waters
Praisin' daughters
Bought a grave for the father
Behave I'm no martyr just, ask Marty kin
Party, Pooper
You's a loser if you ain't with somebody
On the fourteenth goin' on the
Twenty-sixth feelin' like a bitch
Cuz I was feelin' this bitch
Wasn't doin' nothin' but feelin' her
Now What? Back to feelin this paper
Feelin' this vapor caped crusader
Ain't the same
I came close but no cigar folks
Peach op split to the head like a drop-kick
Through the snares and all but who cares
I cut my hair instead of pullin'
It out of my head, dawg I was
Something like it, now I'm
Nothin' without something sunk in
My chair thinkin' bout
Lovin' someone so rare but I
Can't keep followin' in starin' at a dream
Moonwalk talkin' to ghosts
Gone off of that, endo smokin' we elope
Dope boy on his own
God bless the child who grows the:
Lone Ranger from, out of the manger born
Knowledge reign supreme over nearly anyone
That's afraid to dream try ("Ay yai yai yai
You think those guys look like they'll ever
Be sensitive to my record collection?
(laughing) a bunch of football jocks
'What do you got here? A bunch
Of old albums or something?'")
Day turns night huggin' the light
Hummin' like a bird does dubs etcetera
Love song plethoras
Instead of collectin' her you rejected her
Respected her, let her be hurt
Wrote her a letter and she
Read it 'fore rescinding
Back to me she won't
Gone with em' fell victim to
The prism of what color kill em' slow
Seeds don't grow by the farms they are
Gentrified sent alive to me, beliefs
The agnostic priests
Optimistical paths so predictable to rituals
Habitual, laugh if it tickles you
Funny money live for you bruh
If it interests you
Mom said it's for the French and you
Parlez-vous Francais obviously probly just me
Feelin like Gs
Surrounded by thieves rounded by the trees
Planted by the rivers and the waters
Praisin' daughters
Bought a grave for the father
Behave I'm no martyr just, ask Marty kin
Party, Pooper
You's a loser if you ain't with somebody
On the fourteenth goin' on the
Twenty-sixth feelin' like a bitch
Cuz I was feelin' this bitch
Wasn't doin' nothin' but feelin' her
Now What? Back to feelin this paper
Feelin' this vapor caped crusader
Ain't the same
I came close but no cigar folks
Peach op split to the head like a drop-kick
Through the snares and all but who cares
I cut my hair instead of pullin'
It out of my head, dawg I was
Something like it, now I'm
Nothin' without something sunk in
My chair thinkin' bout
Lovin' someone so rare but I
Can't keep followin' in starin' at a dream
Moonwalk talkin' to ghosts
Gone off of that, endo smokin' we elope
Dope boy on his own
God bless the child who grows the:
Lone Ranger from, out of the manger born
Knowledge reign supreme over nearly anyone
That's afraid to dream try ("Ay yai yai yai
You think those guys look like they'll ever
Be sensitive to my record collection?
(laughing) a bunch of football jocks
'What do you got here? A bunch
Of old albums or something?'")