Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blue Story , by - Dave East. Release date: 22.10.2020
Song language: English
Blue Story |
| Bust out the meter, this one for Tunechi and Jeter, yeah |
| Just one song for all my loved ones, yeah |
| We ain’t keepin' score, just know I’m up somethin', yeah |
| Trust nothing, yeah |
| Bought that bitch champagne, I sip on mud bubbly |
| We had went and got it when it was nothing, yeah |
| Thankful for my third, I got love something, yeah |
| Somebody gotta be there, I got drugs coming, yeah |
| Roof to floor my window, so on and so far |
| I’m the perfect nigga for lil' shawty, she like dope boys |
| Jumping off that jet, bitches like, «I think that’s ol' boy» |
| I just spent this Percocet, can you do it 'til your throat sore? |
| I got real ones that gon' die for me, don’t feel me |
| Father took my dawg, left me empty, huh |
| All we know is thuggin', ain’t no other way for me, yeah |
| I can tell it’s fake, so keep your love away from me, yeah |
| Sippin' in my coupe, uh, listening to Cole World |
| Visiting my youth, still got feelings for my old girl |
| Shawty think she owed something, did this on my own, girl |
| Tryna be optimistic, I be really in my own world |
| Pour that deuce up, can’t resist, yeah |
| Gotta be on my toes, I know niggas wan' push my shit back |
| Lot of these niggas done folded on me, labels tryna push my shit back |
| That means gotta keep them loads coming, 'member my shit wasn’t lit yet |
| No time for no changes, yeah |
| My bitch like that coupe, that bitch is brainless, yeah |
| Now them bitches fuck me like I’m famous, yeah |
| This ain’t what you want, this how I came with it |
| Gotta be real if you gon' try and speak my language |
| You gotta be real if you gon' try and speak my language |
| We were children, went through hell |
| Don’t think you know me too well |
| Syrup in my Jones, I identify with you well |
| Heard lil' Bino on, yeah, lil' Bino on, ooh, yeah |
| I’m still off the Percocet, 'cept now I take a few pills |
| Uncomfortable with shit I need to do still, yeah |
| Sliding through the trenches, I keep two shooters on standby (At least) |
| Smoking, reminiscing on the day I watched my man die (My nigga) |
| Social, kept it anti, any fade offered, I ran mine (Run mine) |
| Cards, I used to scam mine, do this shit for my grandma (mama) |
| We playing ball, then check it up (Check it up) |
| I do this for the brodies lost they life, I pray they resting up |
| Wish I could take that ride with 'em (I wish) |
| Fuck 12, we ain’t confessin' nothin', rather die with 'em (I'd rather die) |
| It’s all in the eyes, chico (Chico) |
| They never lie, nigga (Never lie) |
| Sick and tired of just waiting, I really despise probation (Hungry) |
| Nipsey provided greatness, I’m sipping in moderation (Neighborhood) |
| We really get treated filthy, the system gotta be racist (Gotta be) |
| We die for this occupation, see drama inside our faces (You see it) |
| So far from living average, I seen my bro in a casket (I seen him) |
| As a young nigga, I done seen a lot of shit you cannot imagine (You can’t) |
| Mama told me, «Dave, slow it down,» I just wanna go faster (I'm speeding) |
| I’m thinking Leek, how you die on me, nigga? |
| I had so much to ask you (So much) |
| We was nineteen drinkin' Mad Dog, we just wanted some action (2020) |
| Before we ever heard about a virus, we was running with masks (Masked up) |
| Glock 40 when I go to sleep, kept it under my mattress (Beam on it) |
| This lifestyle that I’m living now, I just wanted to have it (I wanted it) |
| I go to Dallas, they treat me like one of the Mavericks (Mavericks) |
| I’m watching my body, I ordered a salad, this shit is so automatic (Automatic) |
| Never no fear in my heart, anything you asking for, you can have it (I got it) |
| Go where I go, see what I see, come take a walk through the madness (Walk with |
| me) |
| No time for no changes, yeah |
| My bitch like that coupe, that bitch is brainless, yeah |
| Now them bitches fuck me like I’m famous, yeah |
| This ain’t what you want, this how I came with it |
| Gotta be real if you gon' try and speak my language |
| You gotta be real if you gon' try and speak my language |
| We were children, went through hell |
| Don’t think you know me too well |
| Syrup in my Jones, I identify with you well |
| Heard lil' Bino on, yeah, lil' Bino on, ooh, yeah |
| I’m still off the Percocet, 'cept now I take a few pills |
| Uncomfortable with shit I need to do still, yeah |