(Part 1): Buenos Airez/Blue Caravan Blues
Verse 1:
Darkskin n***a dodgin coppers and the strobe lights
Been in the states for years and still they tell me I have no rights
No likes
On ig for postin Martin Luther
She post a pic of tits and get comments like hallelujah
World cla** wordsmith, sicker than ya average
In Dallas gettin love from all the Cubans like a Maverick
All you n***as hatin y'all can hit the door quick
All gold everything, like goldilocks' porridge
This that number four sh**, combo for you lame n***as
And I'm flyer than a bird that's aboard a plane n***a
Plain n***a, you so trashy n***a you so simple
I make yo girl pop it for me, like imma pimple
Got game like Nintendo
Don't blow on no indoe
When you get rich everybody want a slice, like yo name Kimbo
Im schooling all you n***as, so what the f** imma attend fo?
Ask yo girl how low she go, then she drop down like limbo
Plus that b**h a nympho
Got stripes, like what you In fo?
And all these n***as copy me like they just hit the 10-4
I'd rather just be countin my Benjamin's with my kinfolk
I'm balling for yo info
Fresher than a mento
And Gee be running tracks if u had failed to get the memo
Stretch her out like a limo
U rookie n***as a demo
In Florida like I'm Timbo
And we see right thru yo phony a** like looking thru a window (buenos aires)
(Part 2): Blue Caravan Blues:
Verse 1:
I remember givin you the best a n***a had
I remember introducing you to mom and dad
I remember sayin I love you for the first
Time since then, everything been the worst
I remember goin all the way to third base
Then I scored witcha with a smile on my face
But you just had a grin that would turn into a laugh
Cause at the point you knew a n***a was f**in trapped mane
How could you?
Be so in-sense-itive
Now could you
Please re mem ber this
That a n***a should've never even let you in my heart
Knowing life was moving fast and we'd soon be apart
But f** it imma man, I can do this by myself
Ask ace I ain't asked a n***a yet for some help
Ain't nobody else I told that
Cause now I'm searching for the missin pieces like a road map
(Buenos Noches, n***a)
Verse 2:
I'll never understand or underestimate
For goodness sakes u run read lights to heaven gates
Most hated never elated headed for better traits
I meditate prolly for seven days I see better days
I ensure u some songs and u can rock with these
Until I'm done philophosing fossiling bones of Socrates
Honestly my honesty policy pa**ing qualities
And fears of commodities conquered by ur hypocrisy
Running green lights that John Legend sponsor
Rapping became more my goals than lawyer or a doctor
Prolly too polished to ever get an adoption
Knowing that's the only option i got to be a father
And just because I'm smiling doesn't mean that I'm content
When blue caravan notes got me missing out on rent
Or should I say mortgage I know that I'm too supportive of habits like coke snorting
Maybe I should get deported with this girl who has my aorta
Gee u rap? I answer kinda sorta
Lemme hear yo tracks! Well I will when they not distorted
Tryna not be limited my soul darker than Guinness is
I guess that I can live with this
So let's get back to business then
So make sure these blues and sentences capture penmanship