BLUE GREEN RED Lyrics by DRAKE
Yeah-yeah, ayy, what?
Where the mandem? Where the gyaldem?
Where the six side? Where the six side? Where the six side?
Ayy, look
Please ring my mother and tell her
Tell her the shape that I’m in
Thirty days I have been sober
Now I’m back drinking again, again
I got away from the city
I’m on the outskirts of town
Friends that I treated like family
They were just hanging around (Yeah)
Gotta lay down when you make bed
Gotta let some tears just shed
Since we blew up and got green
I gotta leave some of y’all on read
Yeah, four gun shot, me nuh dead
Might put some dollar ‘pon head
Or just turn up the place instead
.36 in the chest, okay, .28 in the waist, okay
.46 and the hips come swing my way
Swing my way, draw for me, send for me
Broke your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can’t friend up with me, no
Yeah, how many summers did I run? Like ten
I got a show out in London, when?
With a clock in a London, yeah, Big Ben
Apple Watch fits just like them
But me nah watch face like them
They make lyrics for who? Men
We make gyal come then come again
Please ring my father and tell him
I found some fortune and fame
They’re gonna try and behead me
And speak on the family name
He said my knife’s in my pocket
I’m in the center of town
I tapped the side of his pocket
He wasn’t joking around, around
Gotta lay down when you make bed
Gotta let some tears just shed
Since we blew up and got green
I gotta leave some of y’all on read
Yeah, four gun shot, me nuh dead
Might put some dollar ‘pon head
Or just turn up the place instead
Oromo girls, Tigray girls, all of my Amhara girls
Habesha girls, you’re my kind, my kind
You wanna take some shots in the night time?
Run treadmill, everyday have a good life
You wanna work up a sweat in our lifetime?
Okay, okay
.36 in the chest, okay (Okay)
.28 in the waist, okay (Okay)
.46 and the hips come swing my way
Swing my way, draw for me, send for me
Broke your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can’t friend up with me, no
How many summers did I run? Like ten
I got a show out in London, when?
With a clock in a London, yeah, Big Ben
Apple Watch fits just like them
But me now watch face like them
They make lyrics for who? Men
They make y’all come then come again
.36 in the chest, okay
.28 in the waist, okay
.46 and the hips come swing my way
Swing my way, draw for me, send for me
Broke your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can’t friend up with me, no
Broke your back and bend up your knee
Broke your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can’t friend up with me, friend up with me, no
Canadian rapper and singer