Action Bronson - Baby Blue lyrics

rate me

Feat. Chance The Rapper

(Hook)

Why you always all on my back?

Why you gotta do me like that?

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

Baby girl I'm blue

(Verse)

Because you treat me like shit

I paid for the bed and never even slept in it

I paid that crib and never stepped foot in

And now somebody else is eating all the puddin’

Things change now my dashboard wooden

All black Benz like a young doc Gooden

Thug shades cuz 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 nuthin’

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 mutherfucka can't see me

Wait til the chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy

Who would thought I hit you right back?

(Hook)

(Verse)

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

Others would hate but I don't give em no breath

Go on a date I'm at the crib with the chef and I, 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 cuz 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 thou’ of me succeedin’ makes a lot of people nauseous

Still I'm on the back of the boat takin’ pictures with the Saudi fish

(Hook)

(Verse)

I hope you get a paper cut, on your tongue

From a razor and 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 20’s

I hope there's always snow in your driveway

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

I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket

I hope it's Ben 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 fade

I hope you happy x 2

I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy,

(Hook)