again All the new ideas are gone Is it true . I'm blue all over From pointing at myself Is it true now that it's over I should have checked myself
By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen Who coulda predicted But the detectives who was fishin' Fucked up that the family had to see dad in his position All
on my mind, oh brother We've changed over time, so, brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no better but sanging the blues
bloke Who smells of weed smoke Don't act like you don't wanna know 'Cause we got the city on smash As the strobe lights flash All I do is drink more
Yeah, I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the street More clearer than the crystal sky, blue
in blue The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you supposed to do? I never let the faggot pull the trig first It won't be no American flag over
Verse 11: Master P] We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more We wiling out, all day, all night Cus this
white boy, lived like a gypsy all my life One in a billion born with a baby-face like mine Got these boots made for rockin', kickin' ass and steppin' over
here of things we talked about The ugliness you see's just me inside out And what I just don't know Is what I think about it I don't know at all Don't
you to follow along Speak up and then swallow your tongue You hardcore, I'm hollow core My blue collar tour Working class hero Shit gets piled on I really hate all
I keep moving into myself I keep all my hate to myself I keep the polaroids of my hell I keep all my hope to myself Days when life does man a favor Days
of me Levis & Lee - they're never as blue as me Just came to tell you, I got pissed on my way here Letting go of all stern warnings, yeah - and it's
each drop of rain is tryin' to get at me Yeah, the joke's over And it feels as though my heart's empty And I can't sleep from hearing All the things
Little diff'rent from the rest, oh yes Well, I'm down so low If I cheered up, I'd still be depressed The saxophone's my best friend I play all over town
there are fucking The sun is going down And we're all We're all Waiting for the girl to call The clothes are in the washer The kids are in school My dad
dirt To keep from blowin' off the earth Built a town right here When the dust had all but cleared They called it Levelland Levelland Levelland Grand dad
look like blue leather pants, nigga just iron chicken stains and jelly stains all in the ass of da pants... (You wanna talk about somebody jeans but nigga you cant spray cologne over
