Karaoké Baby Blue Action Bronson & Chance the Rapper

Why you always all on my back

Mmh

Why you gotta do me like that

Mmh

Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you

Baby girl I'm blue

Because you treat me like shit

I paid for the bed and never even slept in it

I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in

And now somebody else is eatin' all the puddin'

Things change

Now my dashboard wooden

All black Benz like a young Doc Gooden

Thug shades 'cos I'm stone crazy

Girl we grown

Stop playin' on my phone baby

All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short

Which only fuels the rage you have because you have nothin'

Understandable

I'm shinin' brilliant with five Brazilians

There were times I used to hide my feelings

Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini

And motherfuckers can't see me

Wait 'till the chick see me on TV

I make the shit look easy

Who would've thought

I hit you right back

Why you always all on my back

Mmh

Why you gotta do me like that

Mmh

Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you

Yeah

Baby girl I'm blue

So many women wanna call me baby

And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately

Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh others would hate but I don't give 'em no breath

Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh that's me

And you could order whatever

The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce

You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next

And I understand that's only 'cos I'm popular

I'm gettin' topped off in the front row of the opera

As Bocelli sings the celly rings

I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king

I'm not exactly flawless but I'm gorgeous just like a horse is

I know the thought of me succeedin' makes a lot of people nauseous

Still I'm on the back of the boat takin' pictures with the swordfish

Why you always all on my back

Mmh

Why you gotta do me like that

Mmh

Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you

Baby girl I'm blue

I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue from a razor in a paper cup

I hope every soda you drink already shaken up

I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the bakin' sun

I hope your titties all saggy in your early twenties

I hope there's always snow in your driveway

I hope you never get off Fridays and you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays

I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket

I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen

I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck

And your headphones short

And your charger don't work

And you spill shit on your shirt

I hope your tears don't hurt and I can smile in your face

Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade

I hope you happy

I hope you happy

I hope you ruined this shit for a reason

I hope you happy

Igh

Why you always all on my back

Mmh

Why you gotta do me like that

Mmh

Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you

Baby girl I'm blue

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