Still in the streets (yeah) So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name So I put the new place in my mama name Still in the streets (yeah yeah) So it ain't no pressure get another chain Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah) Plus I'm in the rap game gettin'

Oh, I got some party favors for you Party favors for you I’ve been tripping, high off blue dream Breathe into me, you know Inhale, exhale, I'm so dizzy They can't see me, I'm gone Woah, oh, they don't go as hard as I do, oh I brought some to the party

Am I blue, ah am I blue Ain't these tears in these eyes telling you You'll be too I said if this plans with your man Done fell through Oh there was a time When I was, when I was he's only one But look at me and see now

I'm bleedin' American gold, gold, gold, yeah, yeah I lost some friends, some friends that I didn't want to I lost some stars, my heart bleeds red, white, and blue I've been in and out of the fire battling for you (oh oh) Bleeding on American soil I bleed

I ain't never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk I ain't see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk I'm going back to Memphis babe, where I'll have much better luck Look out Mama you know you asked me

And I've got the blues for you As I stand by your flame I get burned once again Feelin' low down, I'm blue As I sit by the fire Of your warm desire I've got the blues for you, yeah Every night you've been away I've sat down and I have prayed

Because the night life It ain't no good life but it's my life When that ev'nin' sun goes down Yeah, you'll find me hangin' around Yeah, yeah, yeah listen to the blues Listen to what they're sayin' Oh, please listen to the blues Listen to the blues

On the dead locs Blueface baby Yeah, aight, on the dead locs Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I had to wake that bitch up, she was 'sleep on me (wake yo' ass up) Yea aight, look at me now, lil' baby Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout? Tough on the 'Gram, bet you the .223

Ah ah ah ah La da da da da Soft ice cream All the lights in Miami begin to gleam Ruby, blue and green, neon too Everything looks better from above my king

If the river was whiskey I would be a diving duck I would swim to the bottom, but I would drink my way up If you were a good woman I would never have to roam River go to the ocean, ocean go to the sea I'd give up drinking whiskey and I would always stay