Translation: Blue. Party For Two.
two for the road [Chorus] And we can be anywhere and never leave home With your hand to hold... we are two for the road Two of a kind heart... two for
everything that we promised to do Still there's me, still there's you It's brand new after two years too blue Two years too blue, two years, two years too blue
you drop that thing down to the floor I'm here for one night, how far would you go? I wanna see you work out for me, work out for me [J Cole - Verse 2] Carolina blue
kind of man Just for tonight Just for tonight Just for tonight Even though I'm red, you are blue I'm old school and you're so new I know we could be great for
cola Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha? I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of culture Breeze through with that old school blue [Incomprehensible
out your seat and clap your hands to this Because I came too far for me to be bouswar It's a Bentley to you, to me it's a blue car So Branson pass me
one that always get stuck for bling bling I represent eight blocks and Sing-Sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for
hang from No matter how big you could ever be For whatever fee or publicity, never lose your integrity For years there's been surprise horses in this stable Just two
want and what you give Are two completely different things And it just don't feel the same Now you don't call my name And when we had what we had For
Well, I don?t know, can?t see ?em for the glow of the neon lights An' it's a long way from here to the place where the home fires burn Well it's two
crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit two punks died All casualities appiled to their side Human lives has to pass just for
Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm talkin' no crap Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin' My posse
Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It
I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black
the nigga laid Hen jumped out dropped two nines in his forehead Evil was bleedin' bad, the car seats were turnin' red Looked to my left there were two
matter So you gotta have mind Pale Like your brother say Mind over matter I can drop rhymes in two and threes and fours I'd still have much shit left for
