Reds & Blues
You were my everything
You were my every
You were my every
I gave you everything
I got a pen, I let it bleed, I don't feel anything
What do I need? Look like it's you but we don't got anything
Perky it blue, molly it white like it my heritage
I wanna buy a wedding ring so I can bury it
You wanna fly, I ain't deny I just left you to pick
I coulda died I wouldn't lie, I don't got room to kid
Canada Dry I don't do sprite when I put blue in it
Really it red, but I be dead
Why don't my brain work
I'm in the bed wishing instead we could have stayed flirts
I don't pretend, money my friend, so it gon stay first
Only 'cus mans ultimate goal is helping the fam first
You on the gram checking me out like you a Baie clerk
Walk in the Baie, rack up a tab, then make your bae twerk
Digital frame on the Mille, that's if my dream work
I don't do Pixar
I gotta keep it real
Tell me where them bricks at
Your foundation is tilted
Reassess everything until you really feel it
That's the only way that you can ever keep it real, bitch
Take a good look at yourself
I get good looks 'cus I'm well
I can't let another bitch spite me
So I let you go because I'm icy
High a lot because I do not like me
I be high a lot, so do not mind me
You were my every
You were my every
You were my everything
I need you good
I need you clear
Like u my Evian
I understood that it was love
You were pretending
Like a lollipop you cannot bite me
Still with my Thru the Field boys and we sightly
Real in my ventricle till R.I.P.
You were my every
You were my every
I gave you everything
I got a pen, I let it bleed, I don't feel anything
What do I need? Look like it's you but we don't got anything
Perky it blue, molly it white like it my heritage
I wanna buy a wedding ring so I can bury it
You wanna fly, I ain't deny I just left you to pick
I coulda died I wouldn't lie, I don't got room to kid
Canada Dry I don't do sprite when I put blue in it
Really it red, but I be dead
Why don't my brain work
I'm in the bed wishing instead we could have stayed flirts
I don't pretend, money my friend, so it gon stay first
Only 'cus mans ultimate goal is helping the fam first
You on the gram checking me out like you a Baie clerk
Walk in the Baie, rack up a tab, then make your bae twerk
Digital frame on the Mille, that's if my dream work
I don't do Pixar
I gotta keep it real
Tell me where them bricks at
Your foundation is tilted
Reassess everything until you really feel it
That's the only way that you can ever keep it real, bitch
Take a good look at yourself
I get good looks 'cus I'm well
I can't let another bitch spite me
So I let you go because I'm icy
High a lot because I do not like me
I be high a lot, so do not mind me
You were my every
You were my every
You were my everything
I need you good
I need you clear
Like u my Evian
I understood that it was love
You were pretending
Like a lollipop you cannot bite me
Still with my Thru the Field boys and we sightly
Real in my ventricle till R.I.P.
Credits
Writer(s): John Stefanopoulos
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