Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Requiem Of Blue, artist - Blu & Exile. Album song Miles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirty Science
Song language: English
Requiem Of Blue |
| Ayo, '83, LA and me, just Shay and me, just Jay and me |
| My grandma used to stay with me, my grandpa used to pray for me |
| Lord, I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep |
| That if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take, uh |
| I always thought that was bold to say |
| 'Til one day my cousin Marty taught me how to hold a K |
| Smoking Js, stolen Js, growing hood, throwing trays |
| No one knew little Trey would make it out the Js |
| Made it out the city, never made it out to Egypt |
| But I probably take you with me if you ride to Vegas with me |
| Crush the luxe lush, do a deluxe luxury suite |
| Roast a duck on the bed by my feet, fuck off the street |
| Can’t talk, roll the leaf, hash, shisha, blow the tree |
| Super 60 billion miles off of feet and touch the beat like a G |
| Got a dream for every word on the page |
| (Now I can go on for days and days) |
| Just dream, dream, dream |
| And wish upon a star, far away from where you are |
| One day we’ll have a ball |
| Ayo, '88, I saw the streets, I saw the gold, I saw my soul |
| I saw and I was sold |
| As a king to one day need a throne, need a home that I can own |
| That I can only call my own and do it all on my own |
| A lesson to the predecessor or the great depressor |
| After the Great Depression, the peasants begging for blessings |
| The promise of better morals, |
| The common out of the gesture can catch it and redirect it |
| She never wanted the money, fame or the fancy people |
| Vehicles out of Sicily, silly of me to mix up |
| I’m a mix of black, Indian, and white I am American stripes like a Parisian |
| I’m pleased to meet you in Greece again |
| '09 we was in our prime |
| Had youngins chopping onions, Kid Cudi’s Day 'n' Nite |
| Out in Vigo, now a wino throw a C note on a couple classic people |
| And some vinyl from the time I say the rhyme about the eagle, I be legal |
| No tax, no debts, and no thievos |
| Just stats to make it all feel regal |
| But what do I know, I got more dreams and words on the page |
| (I can go on for days and days) |
| Just dream, dream, dream |
| And wish upon a star, far away from where you are |
| One day we’ll have a ball |
| Dream, dream |
| Just dream, dream, dream |
| Ayo, '91 was grimey son, '92 was grimey too |
| '93 was grime to me and '94 was grime to you |
| '95 was mighty nice, '96, timeless shit |
| '97, slice of heaven like a '98 Bentely |
| And I started getting mine at 1−9-9−9 with the shine |
| 2000 break the spine in '07, oh heaven |
| Blessed be the child that made it out without the MAC-11 |
| Stack stacking my blessings |
| And as far as those roaming in space |
| Tell God make space for the trap rappers in heaven, uh |
| I got more dreams and words on the page |
| (I can go on for days and days) |
| Just dream, dream, dream |
| Dream, dream |