Luyện nghe bài hát Baby Blue

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

Because you treat me shit
I paid for the bed and even slept in it
I paid for crib and never stepped foot in
And now somebody else is eating all the
change, now my dashboard wooden
All black Benz, a young Doc Gooden
Dark shades, I'm stone crazy
Girl, we grown, playing on my phone, baby
All childish attempts to make me angry fall short
Which only fuels the you have, because you have nothing
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant five Brazilians
There times I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm naked in the Lamborghini
And can't see me
Wait this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy
Who thought I hit you right back?

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

So many wanna call me baby
And you why the fuck that I ain't call you lately
would 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 order whatever
The specialty is white and underwear sauce
You could probably catch me somewhere the sun is next
And I understand that's cause I'm popular
I'm topped off in the front 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 the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous
Still I'm on the of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish

Why you all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like
Why you gotta act like a 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 every soda you drink already shaken up
I your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun
I hope your titties all saggy in early 20's
I hope there's always snow in driveway
I hope you 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 Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen
I hope the zipper on your jacket get
And headphones short, and your charger don't work
And you spill on your shirt
I hope your don't hurt, and I can smile in your face
Cut my losses, how Delilah my locks to a fade
I you happy, I hope you happy
I hope you this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, igh

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

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