| Check It Out Yo…
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| Copacetic, and I’m nice like my credit
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| Sweet as diabetics, you can even call the medic
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| Fresh like a lettuce wrap blunt wrap the lettuce then rap
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| (but hold up)
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| But hit them trees 'fore you’re dead it set it off like I’m off it
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| Talk odd often
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| Saw God coughing I was so high, calling on dope like my hope died
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| Like I’m a nobody, turned somebody with a word somebody heard
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| Young Bird Parker with the marker. |
| I’d offer herb but the words will take you
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| farther
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| Pure art martyr, like if I wore my heart on my sleeve I’d be darker than my
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| father
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| Part author, mom got the French side, I was this high French-kissing when I was
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| six like young John Godard
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| Under trees soaking up the summer breeze writing love songs bout it at a doubt
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| she’ll ever read but fuck it
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| Like the english-lit subject
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| Passed with an A but ditched every grade after lunches
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| Usual suspect, but what you expect? |
| Can’t say — grace, chase lust and love less
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| I’m a poet. |
| Helpless romantic. |
| Type to hold hands, make plans, and quote
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| stanzas Just so you can (tell me how nice I am)
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| I am Jean never repeat it love or leave it gotta be the one
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| Single digit numero un blooming out the
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| Garden of Egypt Nile River Flow searching for the
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| Eighth wonder under water dance cooler than the
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| Ice pick a beat to rip right riper than a
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| Honey dew melon blessed be the memory of
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| Morning dew orange juice champagne toasted
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| Lampin' under shade under pray christ quoting
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| What ever happened to that good ol'?
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| Now every day I get up focused on how to get more
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| Why can’t it be so simple? |
| Narrow Path, pad and a pencil, now everybody tryna
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| get that pimp on
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| This is that pay my rent song
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| Used to be the emcee sitting on ya couch atcha' house tryna get on
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| Fuck it. |
| I don’t want nothing of it. |
| Game is so disgusting, y’all don’t even
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| wanna discuss it. |
| Success can suck it
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| I rep Hip-Hops but haven’t sold the ethics
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| Etch-a-sketch a method get ghost before ya read it
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| Smoking on resin tryna keep it level headed
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| Digging for new records while petal-plucking destiny
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| Pressing up the message, kept it from the press
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| Under stress but I guess it’s a part of being successful B
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| Sene told me that and the homie told me rap even though I don’t match the image,
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| I gotta give it
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| Live it daily even when I’m with my lady, she be like «Blu you crazy,
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| turn that shit down, play with me.»
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| I save the beat and go do that, but before I do can I spew that?
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| New rap I wrote for them new cats to know I’m no joke like the G-O.
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| Quote so GQ and dope on the D-L though. |
| No Hughley
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| Truly, Blu be the gentleman women friends dissin' cause I’m spitting hymns,
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| back to church again
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| Yeah giving y’all the word until service ends
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| Word to Reverend Run
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| Dig the kendricks, the choir, and ushers. |
| Still here like I love her
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| So mother-cas you can (tell me how nice) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Am Jean, artist - Blu & Exile. Album song Give Me My Flowers While I Can Still Smell Them Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп