Blue

Why you always gotta pick
The wrong side of the argument?
Why you always got to find me when targeting?
If you wanna act like you’re so fine
Pay my parking ticket then
Can’t remember what I said. I said,
I was in the field like a white stripe
White paint up on my face
Like it’s fight night
You were never in position
Then to chat to me
Sacking off the sacrilege
Can’t put that on god though
Cos that’s blasphemy.
Plague on our houses
Stains on our blouses and trousers
We pray that it comes out
Long conversations
Multiplications of patience
Has taken us to now
And I don’t mean to break your silhouette
So why don’t we, until we meet again
‘Cause i don’t need to compliment the chef
If I don’t eat…
Please settle down, please settle down
I’m heading out, you’re singing out
Like Cilla Black. We’re worlds apart
and you were busy sending signals out
My bredrin died in front of my eyes
And baby girl I didn’t have the courage
To kill a man. Am I still a man?
Damn
The best in life is always killed by man
So if you’re a causality to war
Then baby girl don’t feel so bad.
‘Cause these days I don’t feel so sad
Like I don’t eat my breakfast
And I feel I don’t know my dad
Like I don’t read old text’s
Got emotions like poker
And I hold ‘em like Texas.
Is this chess’s or checker’s
Is this reckless or reckless, or just reckless?
Stood in centre stage
Trying to be less self centred.
And I don’t mean to break your silhouette
So why don’t we, until we meet again
‘Cause i don’t need to compliment the chef
If I don’t eat
This team effort
Just bleeds pressures
Deadlines that need extensions
And red lights impede adventures
Relentless
Meet at the entrance
But where do we end this?
Weak in the middle, barely extend it
I’ll lead with a left ‘cause you’re right
But humour me with no chuckles
Jewellery with no buckles
The shine keeps falling and tumbles
Now no one’s looking good
I fucking wish you would
I use all 3 for that
Leave a damsel in distress
She’ll scream and grab
And keep a man up on his chest
He’ll beat and bang
We’re just as bad. Ain’t that the facts?