I got the blues, lock-up blues
Like f*ck the police, type of blues
Robert Johnson type of blues
Nothing f*cking beats the blues
Pick your poison, pick your juice
Pick your poison, for the blues
Pick your poison, drug abuse
Pick your poison, mine is cush
I'm low, trippin' in my thoughts; Lucid Blues
I am drowning in the Blues
Will you bring me up, up out the blues
Before blue, there was you
I loved your sauce, but we needed more
Didn't mean to drag you down
Numb you down with abuse
Sorry for the blue
I'm a fool, for you
69-ing with our hearts and our bodies too
Open up, lemme heal your previous wounds
Sorry for the blue, but blue is good
Blue skies, Sun is Shining, Bob Marley tune; tune
Blue skies, no stormy weather boo; no stormy weather boo
Blue made a new You
Before Blue, there was you and me, that's a crew
You loved my sauce, that's true
You adored my all, nigga was lost
Nigga had holes, holes brought Blue
I didn't see the good in Blue
So I subbed the Blue, with good Cush and the brew; and the brew
Staunching with love and the truth
My Queen, my Nurse, my Boo
My cold, she fix, Theraflu
Chicken soup, rocket salad
She's a Freak, she toss my salad
69-ing with our bodies, that's a meal for two; for two
No earthquake, you riding me good
Tsunami, you squirting, the juice
F*cking to Spooning, that's cool
Pick your Poison, pick your Juice
Pick your Poison, for the Blues
Pick your Poison, Drug Abuse
Pick your Poison, mine is Cush
Loving you, Keisha Cole, you Heaven Sent
I'm sorry loving me has consequence
I'm a stubborn muthaf*cka and it's evident
I AK-47-ed your temperament
You loved every inch of my melanin
You were building and investing in me
I'm the weakest link, did more damage from within
Healed up your olds wounds, with love and affection
Gave you some new ones, I'm sorry I messed up
Loving you is Positive, Loving you is Everything
You're breakfast in bed, no Nutrigrain
My Homie, my Friend, my Sex Pest, my Boo...