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b.l.b.p. - baddy blues, an allegory lyrics

[intro]
have morality, have my shine
have the good the bad, have everything of mine
have spirituality, have the conscious
baby, you can have. whatever you like

[verse 1: andrew]
do it for the love of the game
afraid chasing you got me looking like a lame
but i still gotta try cause there’s no shame in it
scribbled this, livid with the profane printed
under no name cynic, i’m my own worst critic
she pivot and put the coltrane in it–listen
i know so many motherf-ckers spit game at you
and it’s seldom a n-gga ever relate to you
matter of fact, it’s like that cause you a snake too
n-ggas start switchin lanes getting close to you
there’s more than one way to a heart
all of them filled dead ends and pitfalls

[hook]
lately you’re my obsession
i’m too deep in my intentions
if this ends in intervention
sorry for what i mention
bad taste and past impressions
i’m just trying to come corrective
lately you’re my obsession
i’m too deep in my intentions
if this ends in intervention
sorry for what i mention
bad taste and past impressions
i’m just trying to come corrective

[interlude]
to many guys think that i’m a concept or that “i complete them” or “i’m gonna make them alive.” i’m just a f-cked up girl who’s looking for my own piece of mind. don’t -ssign me yours
i remember that speech very well
i had you pegged didn’t i?
you had the whole human race pegged

[verse 2: adrian + andrew]
where studies took her, fair, a stunning looker
you’ve first have lost to learn; dirt nap, tossed and turned
a stone’s throw away: sunny california, her second home
juggy, fatty swolla; of heaven’s own;
she’ll kick it where drums at
where meal tickets come fast and run tracks, if psyche fit a victory lap
isley’s tip in chivalry wrapped
walking l!cks hit, civic where squirrels ‘bout
her thick wig split, a critic with her curls out
dios mio esa nena es peligro
la miro y se me sube la presion, se me paro el–
corazón, que buenota. estas; me encanta tu pelo, tus ojos, tu boca, tu pechonalidad
translation: lemme show you what’s beyond this nation
gotcha mouthful of reservations, i can see your hesitation
i know i’ve said sh-t offensive, what i pen got you pensive, you hit the fence quick
justified in your defenses, but i’m just trying to come corrective because:

[bridge]
i’m not perfect
i can’t see anything that i don’t like about you. right now i can’t–
but you will. you know, you will think of things, and i’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me
ok
ok

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