Now you have been blue, yes but you ain't been blue, Till you've had that mood indigo Yes you have been blue But not until you've had that mood indigo Hold on to your shoes, baby 'cause it is Now I've seen the cries Ooh you have been blue, yes Not till

When a fellow loves a maiden And that maiden doesn't love him, It's the same as when a bald man Finds a comb upon the highway. The cucaracha, the cucaracha, Doesn't want to travel on Because she hasn't, Oh no, she hasn't Marihuana for to smoke.

Hmm, c'est si bon Lovers say that in France When they thrill to romance It means that it's so good Oh, c'est si bon So I say it to you Like the French people do Because it's oh-so good, ba-ba-doo, doo day Every word, every sigh

I'm a white black candy, yeah And I'm with you, I'ma go in your body Put on you some Louis swag Everything that you are I'ma Gucci Gucci gang Tu vas bomber à Gucci gang Plein de mala à Gucci gang Tu vas couler à Gucci gang Gucci Gucci gang, gang

And I think to myself what a wonderful world I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

Memories of you Waking skies at sunrise Every sunset too Seems to be bringing me Here and there, everywhere Scenes that we once knew And they all just recall (Oh) how I wish I could forget those (Those) happy yesteryears

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all

This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis Damn G the spot's gettin' hot So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot? Police looking at niggas through a microscope In L.A. everybody and

Girl, your ex keep callin' Fuck him we ballin' I put double G's on you, I put double C's on you I put Louis V on you, that nigga a scrub He can't take you out, that shit is a dub for you Tell him leave yo' ass alone He can't take you out, that shit is a