Blue Lyrics

Roll the window pane

Fuck it man we riding

We don't need no fame

Couple scuff

Happens how we cruising

Round the fuckin block

When it's dark

White cars

Parked on the roadside

Roll up on you quick

Ain't no stopping

For the road signs

Roll another spliff

Reminisce

Stop and searches

Got me scoping on my 6

Carter

Cruising round the block, loud

Havin vision of the most high

Lights blurry

On my own now

Shift down

It's a home run

I wish I could go sober

I wish I had a rarri and an oscar

Wish I had 2000 every word

But for now I grind a 5 - 3

Working in the night

Ain't gon show up for them smileys

Fuck it if you fond of us

Spitting so u get that

There could never be a trap-man

Let in front of us

Bars for bars eye for eye

A stitch in time saves nine

So huddle up

Can't let green

Clouds get the best of us

Let that love fade

Deep back in the Blue

Where it come from

No I ain't no Armstrong

But I would've flew up

For the moon for you

In the dark switching gears

Overtook a couple

Coupes for you

Rushing me

Conscious on my head

Telling me this ain't my uprise

All of a sudden

You be acting uptight

Put your postcode

Drop you off

And hit the pub high

Fuck it

Runnin round the city

I've been rinsing out my stamina

Then jump into the whip

And roll a spliff when

I just had enough

Grew up around drunks

I ain't rapping for the stunt

Hit a lick, till we bust

Hit or miss, I take

My shot any way

I could be shot up I pray

Don't let them demons up in my mind

I been stressing about my kind

Fearing that one day my ego

Might gon come and takeover

Fearing that I cannot

Cope with stress

Hesitating just to get

Another day older

That's another day, build up

Burden on my own shoulder

You know that I struggle

But I'm debating

That I should go sober

Let that love fade

Deep back in the Blue

Where it come from

No I ain't no Armstrong

But I would've flew up

For the moon for you

In the dark switching gears

Overtook a couple coupes for you

Rushing me

Conscious on my head

Telling me this ain't my uprise

All of a sudden

You be acting uptight

Put your postcode

Drop you off

And hit the pub high

Fuck it