Blond Tribute

The markings on your surface

Your speckled face

Flawed crystals hang from your ears

I'm living over city

And taking in the homeless sometimes

Been living in an idea

An idea from another man's mind

Maybe I'm a fool

To settle for a place with some nice views

Maybe I should move

Settle down, two kids and a swimming pool

I'm not brave

I'd rather live outside

I'd rather live outside

I'd rather go to jail

I've tried hell (It's a loop)

What would you recommend I do? (And the other side of a loop is a loop)

Yeah, yeah oh

Yeah, yeah yeah

That's the way everyday goes

Every time we have no control

If the sky is pink and white

If the ground is black and yellow

It's the same way you showed me

Nod my head, don't close my eyes

Half way on a slow move

It's the same way you showed me

If you could fly then you'd feel south

Up north's getting cold soon

The way it is, we're on land

So I'm someone to hold true

Keep you cool in this good life

Won't let you down when it's all ruined

Just the same way you showed me, showed me

You showed me love

Glory from above

Where God could fear

It's all downhill from here

What a life

Remember how it was

Climb trees, Michael Jackson, all in this year

Say what up to Magic, just shoot

Say what up to Penny

Say what up to life one more time

And I know what you might want to know

Run from me and your team

Still ain't grabbin six (take it easy)

Give me somethin sweet

Bitch I might bite, ain't no tellin

This is life, life immortality

Every night fucks every day up

Every day patches the night up

On God, you should match it, it's that KO

No white lighters 'til I fuck my 28th up

1998, my family had that Acura

Oh, the Legend

Kept at least six discs in the changer

Back when Boswell and Percy had it active

Couple bishops in the city buildin' mansions

All the reverends

Preachin' self made millionaire status

When we could only eat at Shoney's on occasion

After 'Trina hit I had to transfer campus

Your apartment out in Houston's where I waited

Stayin' with you when I didn't have a address

Fuckin' on you when I didn't own a mattress

Workin' on a way to make it outta Texas, every night

Droppin' baby off at home before my night shift, yeah

You know I can't hear none of that spend the night shit, kumbaya shit

Want to see nirvana, but don't wanna die yet

Wanna feel that na na though, could you come by?

Fuck with me after my shift

Know them boys wanna see me broke down

See me bummed out, stressed out

That's just everyday shit

Shut the fuck up, I don't want your conversation

Rollin' marijuana, that's a cheap vacation

My every day shit, my every day shit

My every night shit, my every day shit

My every day shit, my every day shit

My every day shit, my every night shit

These bitches want Nikes

They looking for a check

Tell em it ain't likely

You been holding your breath

Weighted down

Punk madre, punk papa

He don't care for me

But he cares for me

And that's good enough

We don't talk much or nothin'

But when we talkin' about something

We have good discussion

I met his friends last week, feels like they're up to something

That's good for us

We'll let you guys prophesy

We'll let you guys prophesy

We gon' see the future first

On comes the evening, gold seeking ends

Piece in my hands worth twice than a friend

And two limbs over shoulder, carried away

Because I'm stronger and the Congo is dim (smoke)

In comes the morning, ah

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Ah

We know you're sugar

We know you're sweet like a sucker

Pretty sweet

Pretty sweet