Zelooperz - Bluez lyrics

Haaaaw cut the lights down, drive-by
Let's set the mood
Leave my reparations in the vestibule
Baby I'm a skyscraper sit up on my face
This the best of you
Where I'm from we say waddup doe
And do what it do
He say he want the paint to show you
You can do it too
It's always rare when I'm in a good mood
Probably cos my pockets got the
New and the good blues
I know why they hating but I
Show em how to love
Girl relax when she ain't there
Made a boss from a screw
I'm so glad a nigga put me up
When I was on my nervеs
Made my shoes chew thе concrete till
They ran out of gum
Say he gassing it up I'll show
You how to move it

Sold art in there so I'm a
Good candidate to prove it
Me and mama went from the laundromats
To still in school looking clueless
Pass for a needle
Power for the pain to move through it
I had nothing so I gambled through
Everything and see through it
If I stopped right now, that'd be stupid
Lookin like little fatass baby with wings
She thought she seen Cupid
Shot that bitch, she a good junkie
She bout to pill through it
I'm off that shit I heard something
Pop a nerd hear birds humming
Fuck with me you'll learn something
Give her a job now she earn something
Seen this shit a million ways
Touch so much paper knew
I could touch someone
I see niggas on the block for days and days
They don't know nothing
You can give these niggas a plane ticket
And they ain't wanna go nowhere
Antisocial when they land
They don't wan talk to no-one
What you gone do with your time
When your one come?
And I run up out that bitch like the bell run

My face in the dictionary
He want to sell some
Your face in the dictionary
You want to tell some
Fingers touch the Middle East
I'm bout to go mail some
Super fresh and clean but I
Read Daniel he smell some
I know you bitches smell the
Heat like summer time
See my mama down bad, almost made me cry
If I empty out my account would that make
You fly? Would that make you soar?
Doing good and bad
But would that get me into heaven's door?
Or try and wait it out
I thought I'm doing fine
But every night then
Karma hit me with the nevermind
Better pay your tithes, better call someone
I be going hard like I love someone
Take the leave of silence if them people come
No time to waste
On the paper like the beeper run
Cut up the flame, that's the ash
Put the cedar on