Luyện nghe bài hát Baby Blue

Why you all on my back?
Why you gotta do me that?
Why you act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl I'm

you treat me like shit
I paid for the bed and never even in it
I paid for that crib and never stepped in
And now somebody else is all the pudding
change, now my dashboard wooden
All Benz, like a young Doc Gooden
Dark shades, I'm stone crazy
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone,
All childish attempts to make me angry fall short
Which only fuels the you have, because you have nothing
Understandable, I'm brilliant with five Brazilians
There times I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm naked in the Lamborghini
And motherfuckers see me
Wait 'til chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy
Who would've I hit you right back?

Why you all on my back?
Why you do me like that?
Why you gotta act a bitch when I'm with you?
girl I'm blue

So many wanna call me baby
And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you
Some say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh
Others would hate, but I give 'em no breath
Go on a date, I'm at the with the chef and uh, that's me
And you could whatever
The specialty is snake and underwear sauce
You could probably catch me somewhere the sun is next
And I understand that's only I'm popular
I'm getting topped off in the row of the opera
As Bocelli sings the rings
I gotta go, you'll know how good it feels to lay in bed with king
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a is
I know the of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous
Still I'm on the back of the boat pictures with the swordfish

Why you all on my back?
Why you do me like that?
Why you gotta act a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby I'm blue

I hope you get a cut on your tongue
From a in a paper cup
I hope every soda you drink shaken up
I your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun
I hope titties all saggy in your early 20's
I hope there's snow in your driveway
I you never get off Fridays
And you work at a that's always busy on Fridays
I hope you win the lottery and lose ticket
I hope it's Ben and Socrates all up in your kitchen
I hope the zipper on your get stuck
And your headphones short, and your charger work
And you spill shit on shirt
I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can in your face
Cut my losses, how Delilah my locks to a fade
I you happy, I hope you happy
I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I you happy, igh

Why you always all on my
Why you gotta do me like
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm you?
girl I'm blue

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