The rapper they call Chance chimes in with his own quick verbiage, rounding out a cut that’s already got the goods in so many ways. “Baby Blue” finds the Queens MC waxing (and crooning) over a tumultuous relationship on a piano-led production that wreaks of the uptown specialist’s Daptone days, lush with horns and a lofty, spaced-out sample for the hook. We were warned that we should be anticipating some new heat from the team that brought us that turnt-up remix of “Uptown Funk” but now it’s finally here, giving us yet another delicious bite of what’s shaping up to be the burley bomber’s absolutely epic studio debut. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Action Bronson rekindles all kinds of creative flames with the bouncy new joint “Baby Blue” featuring Chance The Rapper & Mark Ronson on the cuts and scratches. Wonderful Album Lyrics1.Baby Blue2.Baby Blue (feat. I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, igh I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your faceĬut my losses, How Delilah changed my locks to fade I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuckĪnd your headphones short, and your charger don't work I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket I hope you never get off Fridays, and you work at Friday's that's always busy on Fridays I hope there's always snow in your driveway I hope your titties all saggy in your early 20s I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun I hope every soda you drink already shaken up I hope you get a paper cut, on your tongue Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous just like a horse is I gotta go you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is nextĪnd I understand that's only cause I'm popular
The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce Go on a date I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me
Others would hate but I don't give em no breath Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh Wait till the chick see me on tv, I make the shit look easyĪnd you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately There were times I used to hide my feelings Understandable I'm shining brilliant, with 5 Brazilians Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing Girl we grown, stop playing on my phone babyĪll your childish attempts to make me angry fall short I paid for that crib and never stepped foot inĪnd now somebody else is eating all the pudding I paid for the bed and never even slept in it Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
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