K.R.Y.T.I.C. - Bow Tie Blues (feat. Blake Yall)
I like the sound of this one though
Uh
Let's go
There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat
Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages
Pages
And when it all goes down
When it all comes true
They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues
Uh
Would you allow me to introduce that all fly dude
That go by smooth
And have them singing bow ties blues
From trying to convince the world to download my tunes
To getting straight stares from some cross eyed dudes
The focal point
Cuz my vocals on a joint, impeccable
Hella cool
Hit the club and leave with a peck or two
Pegged a fool
Cuz of how I dropped out of law school
A loss
Who'd have seen him as the boss that they toast to
A victim with his mind on a triumph
Pushed to rock a bow tie as a sign of defiance
Against the system
Money pro'ly got 'em thinking shine
But if you think I'll lose track you're out your cotton picking mind
Ironically I mean bring a slave to the game
Used the analogy of cotton for the whips and the chains
The chicks in the range
The chips
The trips and the fame
Ain't the only thing responsible for tripping a change
My bow tie blues
There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat
Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages
Pages
And when it all goes down
When it all comes true
They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues
So raise a glass for the babies
That are born where the dogs are flea-bitten and rabid
So they pass for the crazies
For having a dream
Coz loss becomes routine
Keep my faith in the fact God's the one true king
Had me thinking Sunday school
Pro'ly should have been on Monday too
Cuz chicks I saw there took it off like a runway, ooh
Cuz we was on the block finna make it to the top
Ironically the underground kid was tryna rock
So when Deffy told me it was either me or him
I swore upon my dad's grave my light would never turn dim
From home work turned in either late or barely done
To four mixtapes, what a righteous run
And I
And I swear they were sure I'd lose
Tried to keep me pigeon-holed to control my moves
But I sat back and watched the time go by smooth
Wise guy attitude these are bow tie blues
There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat
Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages
Pages
And when it all goes down
When it all comes true
They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues
One more time
Hey yo
I speak for the many who come from few to reach for the plenty
Dreamt of Remy sips in the back seat of a Bentley
A teen evidently raised by the culture of rap
A vulture of facts
Picked clean the sculpture of that
That being the lines out of a speaker
Crack feind, black teen that never really had the black sneakers
With his back leaned against the rain
Ten years forward look what something as small as a chance became
A chance at fame
Better yet a chance to tell
A story to that kid whose looking for a chance as well
For a chance in hell
With snow balls and ice cream cones
A little spark to keep warm when the nights seem cold
When nights seemed long
He would write, and it might seem wrong
But rap raised him, so whenever he'd write his songs
He was that little kid taking riding lessons from his old man
Looking back for approval, look daddy no hands
There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat
Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages
Pages
And when it all goes down
When it all comes true
They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues
Next time I touch down in my city don't be looking at me like I ain't from there
I just worked hard to get up out of there, you know what I'm saying
Blake I see you though
E.D.I
Eddie its aight, its aight, I see you though.
Evans I see you too though
BBF 2013
Or 14
BBF Forever
Bow Tie Blues, baby
Written by:
Victor Muligisa
Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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