Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blame by Me, artist - Jean Dawson. Album song Bad Sports, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 16.05.2019
Record label: P+
Song language: English
Blame by Me |
| Si te vienen a contar |
| Cositas malas de mi |
| Manda todos a volar |
| Y diles que yo no fui |
| Si te vienen a contar |
| Cositas malas de mi |
| Manda todos a volar |
| Y diles que yo no fui |
| Five boys, playin' in the sunset |
| Translucent intention, I keep my smile kept |
| A secret |
| My denim overalls hug my waist like an ex-girl |
| Shirt wrinkled up like an empty bag of cigarettes |
| Carbon copy, I promise baby, this is the summertime |
| And it’s hot outside |
| See, you, later |
| I’m on some real shit |
| Don’t fuck with my paper |
| I be on some kill shit |
| You don’t want that fade |
| I’ll hit a nigga real quick |
| I ain’t the one to play with |
| 6' 1″, nigga, and I’m dangerous |
| See, you, later |
| I’m on some real shit |
| Don’t fuck with my paper |
| I be on some kill shit |
| You don’t want that fade |
| I’ll hit a nigga real quick |
| I ain’t the one to play with |
| 6' 1″, nigga, and I’m dangerous |
| Please, swing on me first, my nigga, swing on- |
| Wicked city to live inside |
| Twisted visions sittin' courtside |
| Livin' off a pack of cigarettes |
| And the warm water and a stolen ride |
| Wearin' number 9, Japanese denim |
| Beneath my knees sittin' |
| Is a white girl who don’t pray for niggas |
| And boy oh boy, I’m just a boy |
| And all my problems all be sins |
| If I die in this Maybach |
| Tell all my homies I die rich |
| I died rich |
| Si te vienen a contar |
| Cositas malas de mi |
| Manda todos a volar |
| Y diles que yo no fui |
| Si te vienen a contar |
| Cositas malas de mi |
| Manda todos a volar |
| Y diles que yo no fui |
| See, you, later |
| I’m on some real shit |
| Don’t fuck with my paper |
| I be on some kill shit |
| You don’t want that fade |
| I’ll hit a nigga real quick |
| I ain’t the one to play with |
| 6' 1″, nigga, and I’m dangerous |
| See, you, later |
| I’m on some real shit |
| Don’t fuck with my paper |
| I be on some kill shit |
| You don’t want that fade |