(We are not listening, we are on the streets) And in the half light They only echo You told us that We were too young Now that night's closing in Lock us up safe And hide the key

This is blues power! Play it now) Everybody understands the blues Are you listening? I say everybody understands the blues

To whom it may concern and for those who are listening Were fighting hard but its not with our fist n' Recruiting soldiers livicated to this mission To disect this bushwick system To disect this bushwick system Trying to ride that thin line that divide

These honky tonks and bright lights Used to thrill me I'd paint the town and stumble in at down But now there's no one listening for my footsteps It's winding down to one more night alone I thought I had her wrapped around my finger I didn't think this

When we were young When we were young we belonged to someone and that was easy Well you can’t be found if you’re not all alone You fell asleep listening to me linger on About how it used to be In the backseat My oldest friend, You know me then, You know

Living down low, down low Living that double life Down low double life 1, 2 equals us, she, she and me, I fell in loves How could something so right go so wrong Just coming in on flight 412 But she was listening on the phone I thought I had it all

If you love me, say so, if you love me say so Don't leave me here in the dark when it's hard to see Show me your heart, shed a light on me Are you even listening? Am I talking to myself again? And I know you don't owe me your love And I know that you

Feel a way, feel a way, young nigga feel a way I've stopped listening to things you say I tried with you And getting high with you I had to let go of us to show myself what I could do And that just didn't sit right with you And now you're trying to make

Ready to sing My sixth sense peacefully place on my breath And listening My ears know that my eyes are closed Flickering I roam Buzz surrounds Closed eyed sky wide open Unlimited girl unlimited sigh As advertised

Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm