Type of misery All these mixed up signals I still hear these echoes Of when you loved me But now you’re just someone in my mind That used to be mine But it’s not that simple When we first met I was just a sophomore

You ain't never been blue; no, no, no, You ain't never been blue, Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes While I just sit here and sigh, "Go 'long blues". I always get that mood indigo, Since my baby said goodbye.

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is

The American dream on a shoestring, Give a good push just like a Brady, Too soon to be a mother and father, But too late for the alma mater, Babies makin' babies Say you'll love 'em 'till your eighty, Yeah it's always in the water First you grow it then

In my shoes, just to see What it'd be like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's mind Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let

Can I give you a little piece of the pie? Shake it, bake this thing for me Cause you just flow so viciously Just Blaze! You know what? You talk too much HoeHoe get up out my face unless you trying to fuck

I'm half a heart without you Only half a blue sky Kinda there but not quite I'm walking around with just one shoe I'm half a man at best With half an arrow in my chest And being here without you is like I'm waking up to I miss everything we do So your

I've been getting money, where the fuck you been? Bought a new crib just to fuck you in I've been getting to the money, where the fuck you been? I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise Check my

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car

After the thrill is gone Same dances in the same old shoes Some habits that you just can't lose There's no telling what a man might lose The flame rises but it soon descends Empty pages and a frozen pen You're not quite lovers and you're not quite