ya jokes trell and won?t be in ell Wonder why I look at yo ass under eye I get a billion ima hit you bitches from the sky You gon? be dead just like
Feet cold and eyes red I'm out of my head Am I alive? Am I dead? Sunkist and Sudafed Gyroscopes and infrared Won't help, I'm brain dead Can't remember
it on the a-a-a-a-a-alchohol Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alchohol Blame it on the Vodka Blame it on the henny Blame it on the blue top Bot u feelin
? The ultimate high 'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead
We watch this blackness eat away the cold blue sky Terrified, this is our last goodbye The dead will walk the streets tonight In my nightmare we never
why I know it's a bitch to clear your head You lose control Then life is over you are dead Now you may ask why why such a blue sky Of all the colors
why I know it?s a bitch to clear your head You lose control, then life is over, you are dead Now you may ask, why, why such a blue sky Of all the colors
that Well I found mine dead on a couch in ma flat So much to say, I wish I coulda said bye The only time I'll talk to him is when I look into the sky
i found mine dead on a couch in ma flat So much to say, i wish i coulda said bye The only time i'll talk to him is when i look into the sky Faze:
, I found mine dead on a couch in ma flat So much to say, I wish I coulda said bye The only time I'll talk to him is when I look into the sky, yeah All
streets are just dead ends So I won't ever be happy again Now it seems you, too, see a painful blue When you stare into the sky You could never understand
me So I put my hands up I say ?enough is enough, If you walk away, I'll walk away? And he shot me dead I found a liquid cure From my landlocked blues
me So I put my hands up I say "Enough is enough, if you walk away I walk away" (And he shot me dead) I found a liquid cure For my landlocked blues It
, oh war On who you were before and claim all that has spoiled in your heart Now I tell myself I've mended under these patches of blue sky There's still
So I put my hands up, I say, "Enough is enough If you walk away, I'll walk away" And he shot me dead I found a liquid cure For my land locked blues
Chorus: WC It's All Bad! Dead on arrival! Nigga It's All Bad! Dead on arrival! It's All Bad! It's All Bad! Nigga we all, dead on arrival! *helicopter
got work Catch me bouncing through your hood, Zone 6 in the sky Trapaholic dog, man I'm still serving cream pies Bouldercrest shawty, all about them dead
as it all came clear I saw myself lyin' there Didn't have a care Piece of mind was finally mine Now free to fly Into the blue sky Oh great spirit Fly
