four more times) Oh yeah my baby knows it's all right Hornswoop me bungo pony, dogsled on ice Make a dash for freedom baby don't skate on polar ice
re there just the same you're on the team you're in the scheme you are on the team but you just can't compete that's not the way you think but you're on
d rather die standing Than live on my knees Begging please-no more Black eyes-I don't need 'em Blue tears-gimme freedom Black eyes-all behind me Blue
you They do Don't you It's true When you're feeling Blue on a black weekend Come and see me when you need a friend Blue on a black weekend Oh no, oh
Even a lover makes a mistake sometimes Like any other Fall out and lose his mind And I'm sorry for the things I did For your teardrops over words I said
the blues, the more I see black Sweet are the bruise, the feeling starts coming back All the deepest blues are, deepest blues are black The deeper the blues
Blood red lips Like soft intentions Kiss my eyes They're black and blue Even if I Shouldn't be here I cannot help Myself with you There's something
[Verse 1 - Cyhi] It may seem I'm sitting on a fortune But sometimes money is just so important In my hood, I'm equivalent to Jordan Dribbling on the court
oh, oh oh. Oh! Your super lover. Oh oh, oh oh. Oh! Your super lover. Black lights and designer blues With my tattoos of I Love You's. I just put on
the road with trucks and four wheels Jump on in and, man, tell your friends We'll raise some hell where the black top ends I'm chilling on a dirt road
pain Take a bullet straight through my brain Yes, I would die for you, baby But you won't do the same No, no, no, no Black, black, black and blue,
in your love Even my skin is changing I'm feeling warmer, no more icy blue hearts for me You put the color back in my life And now where there was black
voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love It's on everything I love, man It's on everything I love It's on everything I love, man
ear Still the same cat who let the big rock with Tony Most wanted successful rap mogul Still got niggas wilin' out on the floor Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on
fur coat bringin the blue fox out [Busta Rhymes] Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue rocks out (Uh) Wylin till all of my crew knocked out (Come On
the blue fox out [Busta Rhymes] Diamonds light up the block runnin the blue rocks out (Uh) Wylin till all of my crew knocked out (Come On) [P. Did]
the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real They gotta put ya face on the 5000 dollar bill My president is black, my Lambo's blue