alone in this evening blue With the setting sun turning leaves to brown If I had a lover who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue
Translation: Traffic. Evening Blue.
heart sing out With the setting sun, turning leaves to brown If I had a lover, who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue Everybody
bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There's no room No space to rent in this town You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic
'm a give ya the blues It's a new game doin', lemme give ya the rules Get outta line and I'm a give ya the blues Guess who's bizack? The boy B Mizack
in your head, a shot got Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it Fuck around, the price is more than McDonald's pays And you can sing my blues to
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool Now, them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
telling me to explore Come on Saturday freedom open up your door. (One day a week just isn't enough.) Evening's at the bus stop With the traffic lights
bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There is no room No space to rent in this town You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic
Coming home with a bottle, trying not to break the seal This Friday evening traffic's about enough to break a man's will And I can't wait to see you,
a bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There's no room No space to rent in this town You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic
Man resumé, blow up drugs Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel get
work late Think back to the times you stood me up And the countless broken dates I got tired of the aggravation So I made a reservation A special evening
though times are hard Pullin' practical jokes on the security guard And if you come late, the boss won't boot ya Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the future Don't even
those sleep walkin' blues You've given me those sleep walkin' blues blues blues I don't know if I'll wake up from this dream of you You've given me those sleep walkin' blues
lo Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo 5762, tell me how ya wanna move Yeah, you know I got them both Beat your ass black and blue I was barely
answering machine please leave a message/ I'm glad ya called I listen for a voice /but there's nothin' at all Man oh Man I gotta kick the blues and
like you I'm an Altered Beast with Einstein's IQ Plus I shine bright too and I ride right through In a leaned out, old school, skylight blue I don't
