doors, baboons and those grizzlyi??s all come out me when Im on the microphone in the, mic check 2 i?? 3, Im different like blue pee and my girls be
nigga losing lots of friends My pen's immortal like mommy in heaven no man can harm you An army of angels with true love is there to guard you Tell my dog blue
, ticking time bomb clock Scratch my name off, cut these chains I'm free, kickin' out of that prison, I am free Singin' those words of wisdom, let it be Nobodys gonna put the blues
(That's me) You can see it in his face The blues is his life Tonight, everybody's getting their angel wings Don't you know you're ridin' with King? I stepped out
-thirty-five You can see it in his face, the blue never lie Tonight everybody's getting their angel wings And don't you know we're riding with the king? I stepped out
brings Now the bells of curfew They may ring before I'm through But soon I'll be delivered for the first time You might keep clean In the back of an angel
Scratch my name off, cut these chains I'm free...Kicking out of that prison I'm free...Singing those words of wisdom Let it be...Nobody's gonna put the blues
other. IV I caught a glimpse of your eyes Last night in a restless dream Awaking out of green field blue seas stars Your eyes arose like the spectres of flowers I turned out
the fire that burns out our loved ones and takes its toll out on me. 'cause good luck is always keeping minutes we gotta stay in play, so don't run out
my eyes glued to the blue sky above. and it's been a beautiful summer. it reminds me of when i was younger. used to count down to the sound of thunder i smell fresh cut
ass if yo' talkin trash Cash; she in all them hardy-tardy no (?) They get some get back and get they whole wig peelt back Hangin out on the corner drinkin
lullaby Can start with burning eyes When all along, she feels good I'm caught up by the angel And its heart that bleeds in blue I want you to cut out
Diana Ross and lady's sing the blues got me poppin' pills But it get worse, the devil got me under a spell I'm not a angel I'm a flame comin' straight
pop your knuckles when the style divorces vertical Marveling at the spite with which it curdled Outside my tenement grows a little warmth From out the
guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, scoop out his brain, put a string where his ears were
Oh hey I was lonely, I needed someone to see me through And I was at the end of my rope I needed someone to cut me loose Then an angel out of the blue