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Jean Dawson

Blame By Me

 

Blame By Me

(album: Bad Sports - 2019)


Si te vienen a contar
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui
Si te vienen a contar
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui

Five boys, playing in the sunset
Translucent intention, I keep my smile kept
A secret
My denim overalls hug my waist like an ex-girl
Shirt wrinkled up like an empty bag of cigarettes
Carbon copy, I promise baby, this is the summertime
And it's hot outside

See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't fuck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade
I'll hit a nigga real quick
I ain't the one to play with
6' 1", nigga, and I'm dangerous
See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't fuck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade
I'll hit a nigga real quick
I ain't the one to play with
6' 1", nigga, and I'm dangerous

Please, swing on me first, my nigga, swing on

Wicked city to live inside
Twisted visions sitting courtside
Living off a pack of cigarettes
And the warm water and a stolen ride
Wearing number 9, Japanese denim
Beneath my knees sitting
Is a white girl who don't pray for niggas
And boy oh boy, I'm just a boy
And all my problems all be sins
If I die in this Maybach
Tell all my homies I die rich
I died rich

Si te vienen a contar
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui
Si te vienen a contar
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui

See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't fuck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade
I'll hit a nigga real quick
I ain't the one to play with
6' 1", nigga, and I'm dangerous
See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't fuck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade

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