Slide to the Left

Bleu Collar
Mum’s The Word
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
When I premiere my better half we arrive palm and palm now
I’ve always enthralled the public with my collective calm
As swift as you could say hater
Faces turned up, contorted like? was in their jaws
Dear god, the flesh that’s ripped from a jealous woman’s cloth
Oh she ain’t tight?
For all the same reasons you ain’t
All these years you played perimeter now you want to post up in the paint
One of these scummy broads tryin' pit my love and I against each other,
oh brother
Back and forth,? just asking none of her business questions
My case is resting
I remarked, I was cool
Playing telephone, she told my sweet I was cool on her
Now I could tackle all the issues
But you didn’t have to send her with tears streaming, dashing for the bathroom
tissue
Lack of maturity
The same bitches that will sign your yearbook saying
«You was always fine to me, too bad I was too frightened to talk.»
Get out my face bitch, take a walk
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
Hey Mark, Hey, look how close this nigga was playing me
(laughter) god, damn!
Maybe you’re too high to see
No matter what you try to be
You ain’t never gonna be as fly to me
So nigga you ain’t gotta lie to me
No matter what dumb shit you come up with
I take your dialogue as serious as get rich and pyramid schemes
I sell game and I don’t buy dreams
Cuz player, my record is too clean
Hollywood, heartbroken
«You need to fuck with me» is your favorite slogan
Oh you got some new shit?
I need to give you a call?
Look at my dick y’all its too damn big for my balls
It never fails, as soon as I order my yak
I can’t make it to my seat without getting attacked
By some idiot nigga, all up in my space
Darius, you an inch away from my face
Asking about a card you slipped me last summer
I probably used your shit to give a bitch my phone number
You’re a joke to me
I hate the fucking day you first spoke to me
You think you folks to me?
No, never
You’re silly and you’re not my style
And that Industry talk brings me down when you around
It’s kinda fucked up when I gotta be the jerk
But it’s real hard work, dusting flea’s off my shirt
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
You need to bounce, step or just slide to the left
(Raise off my sleeve please, I need space to breath)
Now Bleu Collar wants you to know if someone’s playing you close
You can either slap em in the face, spit in their face or they could easily get
choked
Cuz you playing me, all up in my face
Bitch I don’t even know you
Buy me a drink or hold my dick when I piss
Cuz I don’t owe you
No money no cash
Bitch you ain’t gave me no ass
And you dudes you ain’t got no type of chips, so don’t…
I don’t know
(Fuck it)
(Laugher)