burning, it's beautiful and it's blue and it's pitiful and it's blue, it's the other half of me I didn't do it you lit the match for me, Now we're flying
I?ve got love in my eye And you?re sucking me dry Ahhhhhhhh I'm stuck in my bed And I?m out of my head With the streets running red with the blues So
Get out of the blue and into the black They give you this but you pay for that And when you die, no you won't come back Because your out of the blue and
or die lifestyle for ransom 50 g's, need keys to free their grandson Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for You get your wig split back, caught
you lead the way and I'll find the tree And you catch the leaves as they fall Don't you know that it's not too late The time's not past Don't you know
for hours on the crimson sand Exchanges in the currency, of humans bought and sold And the leaders seem to lose control Shall we lose ourselves for a reason? Shall we burn ourselves for
the rules So when you play with us y'all niggas just gotta lose Lust for them things that turn women to wives Live for that shit that determines your
YOU! Boy full time shoulda learn You play with the fire get burn (Cho!) Making money a blood jails dem concern When the record deejay blaze it make it burn
No jackets, no blues Your car's for sale You forward your mail You're growing your hair You don't want to know where I'm calling you from Or how come
A.a?? Even when we are deep in sleepa??I'm listenin' for the rhythm of the morning beata??I listen for the mornin' beata??I listen for the mornin' beata
something quick You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn into the wick Ooh, Barracuda "Sell me, sell you", the porpoise said Dive down, deep down and save my head You, I think you
't you let that deal go down, no, no Poured the wine for me tightened up my shoes I hate to leave you sittin' there, composin' lonesome blues Goes to show you
gonna roll in it, honey Dark angel, what's botherin' you? So strange, you'll do me all that you do Dark angel, you're makin' me blue I guess it doesn
Eb F Gm7 American roulette. Gm C They say you didn't have a chance in hell, for
I will row your boat 'Cause you know we're only livin' in a dream I'm gonna play, play, play this game for keeps I'm gonna wake you softly from your
some shoes very carefully She definitely had a particular purpose for these shoes in mind Then as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared Back into the slash and burn
What would you write if you just put a little ice on And cut your mic on But you don't even write songs But Hollywood make you spit like a python I meant
baby blue They powder blue, yo' shit's is hotter You hotter with them frames on Nigga, you James Bond and you stay low You know my style babe bro, yeah