Action Bronson ☆ Baby Blue (feat. Chance The Rapper)

Why you always all on my back
Why you gotta do me like that
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when I’m with you
Baby girl I’m blue
Because you treat me like shit
I paid for the bed and never
even slept in it
I paid for that crib and never
stepped foot in
And now somebody else is eating
all the pudding
Things change now my dashboard
wooden
All black Benz like a young Doc
Gooden
Thug shades cause I’m stone crazy
Girl we grown stop playing on my
phone baby
All your childish attempts to
make me angry fall short
Which only fuels the rage you have
because you have nothing
Understandable
I’m shining brilliant with 5
Brazilians
There were times I used to hide
my feelings
Now I’m butt naked in the
Lamborghini
And motherfuckers can’t see me
Wait ’till the chick see me on TV
I make the shit look easy
Who would’ve thought I hit you
right back
Why you always all on my back
Why you gotta do me like that
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when I’m with you
Baby girl I’m blue
So many women wanna call me baby
And you wonder why the fuck that
I ain’t call you lately
Some would say that I’m the
symbol for sex and uh
Others would hate
but I don’t give em no breath
Go on a date
I’m at the crib with the chef
and uh
that’s me
And you could order whatever
The specialty is white snake and
underwear sauce
You could probably catch me
somewhere where the sun is next
And I understand that’s only
cause I’m popular
I’m getting topped off in the
front row of the opera
As Bocelli sings the celly rings
I gotta go you’ll never know how
good it feels to lay in bed with
king
I’m not exactly flawless
but I’m gorgeous just like a
horse is
I know the thought of me
succeeding makes a lot of people
nauseous
Still I’m on the back of the
boat taking pictures with the
swordfish
Why you always all on my back
Why you gotta do me like that
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when I’m with you
Baby girl I’m blue
I hope you get a paper cut
on your tongue
From a razor in a paper cup
I hope every soda you drink
already shaken up
I hope your dreams dry like
raisins in the baking sun
I hope your titties all saggy in
your early 20’s
I hope there’s always snow in
your driveway
I hope you never get off Fridays
And you work at Friday’s that’s
always busy on Fridays
I hope you win the lottery and
lose your ticket
I hope it’s Ben and Socrates
poop all up in your kitchen
I hope the zipper on your jacket
get stuck
And your headphones short
and your charger don’t work
And you spill shit on your shirt
I hope your tears don’t hurt
and I can smile in your face
Cut my losses how Delilah
changed my locks to fade
I hope you happy I hope you happy
I hope you ruined this shit for
a reason
I hope you happy igh
Why you always all on my back
Why you gotta do me like that
Why you gotta act like a bitch
when I’m with you
Baby girl I’m blue