Blame by Me - Jean Dawson

Si te vienen a contar

Cositas malas de mi

Manda todos a volar

Y diles que yo no fui

Si te vienen a contar

Cositas malas de mi

Manda todos a volar

Y diles que yo no fui

Five boys, playin' in the sunset

Translucent intention, I keep my smile kept

A secret

My denim overalls hug my waist like an ex-girl

Shirt wrinkled up like an empty bag of cigarettes

Carbon copy, I promise baby, this is the summertime

And it’s hot outside

See, you, later

I’m on some real shit

Don’t fuck with my paper

I be on some kill shit

You don’t want that fade

I’ll hit a nigga real quick

I ain’t the one to play with

6' 1″, nigga, and I’m dangerous

See, you, later

I’m on some real shit

Don’t fuck with my paper

I be on some kill shit

You don’t want that fade

I’ll hit a nigga real quick

I ain’t the one to play with

6' 1″, nigga, and I’m dangerous

Please, swing on me first, my nigga, swing on-

Wicked city to live inside

Twisted visions sittin' courtside

Livin' off a pack of cigarettes

And the warm water and a stolen ride

Wearin' number 9, Japanese denim

Beneath my knees sittin'

Is a white girl who don’t pray for niggas

And boy oh boy, I’m just a boy

And all my problems all be sins

If I die in this Maybach

Tell all my homies I die rich

I died rich

Si te vienen a contar

Cositas malas de mi

Manda todos a volar

Y diles que yo no fui

Si te vienen a contar

Cositas malas de mi

Manda todos a volar

Y diles que yo no fui

See, you, later

I’m on some real shit

Don’t fuck with my paper

I be on some kill shit

You don’t want that fade

I’ll hit a nigga real quick

I ain’t the one to play with

6' 1″, nigga, and I’m dangerous

See, you, later

I’m on some real shit

Don’t fuck with my paper

I be on some kill shit

You don’t want that fade