Baby Blue (feat. Chance the Rapper) - Action Bronson/Chance the Rapper

Why you always all on my back

Why you gotta do me like that

Why you gotta act like a b**ch when I'm with you

Baby girl I'm blue

Because you treat me like sh*t

I paid for the bed and never even slept in it

I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in

And now somebody else is eating all the pudding

Things change now my dashboard wooden

All black Benz like a young Doc Gooden

Dark shades cause I'm stone crazy

Girl we grown stop playing on my phone baby

All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short

Which only fuels the rage you have because you have nothing

Understandable I'm shining brilliant with five Brazilians

There were times I used to hide my feelings

Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini

And motherf**kers can't see me

Wait 'til this chick see me on TV

I make the sh*t look easy

Who would've thought I hit you right back

Why you always all on my back

Why you gotta do me like that

Why you gotta act like a b**ch when I'm with you

Baby girl I'm blue

So many women wanna call me baby

And you wonder why the f**k that I ain't call you lately

Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh

Others would hate but I don't give 'em no breath

Go on a date I'm at the crib with the chef and uh

That's me

And you could order whatever

The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce

You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next

And I understand that's only cause I'm popular

I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera

As Bocelli sings the celly rings

I gotta go

You'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king

I'm not exactly flawless

But I'm gorgeous

Just like a horse is

I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous

Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish

Why you always all on my back

Why you gotta do me like that

Why you gotta act like a b**ch when I'm with you

Baby girl I'm blue

I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue

From a razor in a paper cup

I hope every soda you drink already shaken up

I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun

I hope your titties all saggy in your early 20's

I hope there's always snow in your driveway

I hope you never get off Fridays

And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays

I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket

I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen

I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck

And your headphones short

And your charger don't work

And you spill sh*t on your shirt

I hope your tears don't hurt

And I can smile in your face

Cut my losses how Delilah changed my locks to a fade

I hope you happy I hope you happy

I hope you ruined this sh*t for a reason

I hope you happy igh

Why you always all on my back

Why you gotta do me like that

Why you gotta act like a b**ch when I'm with you

Baby girl I'm blue

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