SIMON SAYZ - Light Blue lyrics

[Intro x2] Since a shorty I was 40 and my 40's is like 80's So by the time I die, I'm gon' be a baby [Hook] And so my youth sound just like lightning coming down See my youth sound just like lightning coming down And my youth sound just like lightning coming down And my youth sound just like lightning coming down [Verse 1] From my view here, my hue veers To a blue smeer on a white wall, what you might call my blue period I'm two-tiered, but no tats, and I don't know what you call that Goes on and on like two mirrors And if you see us then you read properly then your heart knows And your head copies My two tears, ain't no dead bodies They my entendres and I'm hungry So my piece of the pie better be as big as Mahatma Gandhi's Even my filler k**s, my 13th just might be a zombie So thrilling at bringing all that filling back So if you died lately, put your trust in the cry baby Free man don't drive Daisy, but that light I shed so hydrate [Hook] [Verse 2] In my hot rod with my Vans on and my hand bone And my hair long and my circle tight and my square strong I'm in great shape with no shake-weights Or no weight shakes and tell your mama this cake's great Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake And not Rihanna, my cake's paper, I rage in Harlem I paper bait And I take it back, cashes, a**es, autograph it Before I leave like Ca**ius Clay In that big ole car, that ba** shake that little bars So my ba** tape and that Drake Go, if ya wanna wake-o then Jaco's! Where the cake go? I blew all that for this great flow Wish a n***a would step on this Pergo that I paid for [Hook] [Verse 3] Red lights, obey my headlights That head red like peg, or Santa's sled lights That mean I heard what she said 'fo she said what she said outta head It's like I got a head mic'd Like a Fed might, but I ain't fed like Been a hands on homie, my head right Dreadlocks, but no Red Stripe and that both ours like red bike And the Feds know what I roll like In a dead man, with some low-lifes Me stopped, then your lights I got no lights 'til the stop-sign I got no rights like Nascar Or a black man in the deep south Doin' Jim Crow with the police That's 99 problems with a ho twice From no life to Frankenstein, got it stitched up I'm so nice [Hook]