feeling drains me With so much at stake Leaving behind Shortcuts to find Long way home Leaving behind Shortcuts to find The long way home I'm leaving behind
one of us would want to run away As separate as black from blue And easy as a hundred years of solitude PRECHORUS CHORUS The night so lonely A heart so black so blue
it's like the movie jaws again Leave a n-gga barbershop, chop his top, head gone Too fly, three strong, nick name, gold bones What the f-ck you boys want
us always open doors But what for, so you can get yours? You ain't in to it, all you want is profit So I ask you please to stop it Leave me alone, get
broke em all down and we all got high, our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, we like that
m suppose to do I know when you was coppin' my coupe, that you was coppin' two I know when you got me the red one, that she got the blue But the way
Cock my 40 Glock, and my partner just bought a replica Now Asians saying they don't keep no cash in they register We run from red and blue lights to
rot weilders She don't want no softy sayin' he do when he don't She don't want no perpetrating 9 to fiver trying to flaunt She don't want no punk that
pass we flaggin' Blue and red rags we braggin', look out y'all, here the padon wagon Cops or punks, hit 'em with the pump, nigga, wanna front Killer give 'em what they want
behold Saturday freedom, six days to behold Don't leave so quickly, Never grow old Saturday freedom seven days a week Saturday freedom seven days a week I want
infatuation with you and your hair and your body swaying, moving so away from me... I'm loving you, every little you, leaving me behind and alone, drinking
a red dirt road windin' up to a sky of blue And I left the blacktop back about a mile or two No more sittin' at home leave the TV and the telephone far behind
I gave you this little shiny red hat?] [Anything Muppet #2: Yeah, Santa Claus.] [Bob: No, not Santa Claus.] [Anything Muppet #2: Little Red Riding
got Rasaq's on the chain, and Rasaq's on the watch Coming down the block, niggas think it's the cops Cause the roof turn red, and blue on the top When
up the shells to leave no evidence around and, it's t-shirt land when niggas ain't playin' Got a chrome glock got it cocked Red dot on yo' knot As I
up the shells could leave no evidence around and, it's t-shirt land when niggas ain't playin' Got a chrome glock got it cocked Red dot on yo' knot As
he broke em all down and we all got high and niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red we like that
And hoping to read a sign in the morning air Nothing changes here and nothing improves All say my friends who just want out And leave these troubles behind
