Blue Bands Lyrics

Dang TT, you 'gon drag me out here to Long Beach late at night

You better hit some fire on this

Shi, you know I got you, do I ever let you down, do I ever let you down

Nah, you ain't never Unless you hit this shit

Bro, you already know, I'm finna go off real quick

Let's go, I'm out here gang

I-I-I care about two things, myself and these blue bands

I won't buy designer or this Gucci, but you can


Save up the guap, I don't care about the shoe brands

All press is good, 'less you soundin' like a toucan

New brand, but catch me wearin' designer

You can be so fly, but I promise you I'm flyer

You can be so high, but I promise you I'm higher

But I'm sober 'till I die, inspiration to the minors

Look up to me, and everything I've been doin'

Except back in December, where they got me to shoot it

Call me a Barista, cuz you know I'ma brew it

My life? Never blew it, I always am moving

In line at the bank when she texted up my cell

Forget her, I'm good, She don't ring a bell

Last year was depression, now I think I'm doin' well

Album number three, six, I never'll sell

You can just tell how the confidence is up now

Teachers used to hate me, now they wishin' me luck now

I used to be a student, but I'm whippin' the bus now

Like, what now

They wanna show me love now

Look, I swear I didn't change

Only thing that changed was the cost of the chain

Don't miss all the days when I woke up in pain

Or woke up to rain, when it was nothin' but a dream

Some days I woke up and only thought I would fall


Some days I woke up and felt like quittin' it all

Some days I woke up with my back to the wall

Woke up in the mornin' with nobody to call

I'm sick of hearin' that I'm pretty hard for a white man

Like, I know damn well that I'm 'boutta take flight man

I'll blow up so fast in the middle of the night man

Like this ain't right man

How is he so bright man

How is the high life High like a kite man

I don't think you'd know, cuz it's far up out your sights man

NYC, I'm under the lights, man

My past told me don't get in no more fights mann

But Future told me to defend myself

Like, don't care about no one but yourself

Middle school don't ring a damn bell

High school damn done put me through hell

They say I won't fight but I might

Strike you when the time's right

I'ma be in the limelight

Momma told me I'ma shine bright

See all the colors like tie dye

Shoutout to Ricky, he's my guy
Always told me that I'm fly

I-I-I'ma write until I cry

I'm only 19 and I'm gettin' the bread

If you don't like me, then you sick in the head

Lukas Graham beat

Oh, that's a bet

I'm no Romeo, but got requests from Juliet

Feet touchin' water, like I'm wettin' my head

402 splashes, like I'm talking to Steph


So much unreleased, never droppin' the rest

Every time I sit down, I always talk with the best