black balloon Farewell my black balloon, the weather had it's way with you Farewell my black balloon, the weather had it's way with you Farewell my black balloon
black balloon Farewell, my black balloon (The weather had it's way with you) Farewell, my black balloon (If the weather had it's way with you) Farewell, my black balloon
a dream that you have has anybody ever told you, it's not coming true ? farewell my black balloon farewell my black balloon farewell my black balloon farewell my black balloon
and swallow Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than 6 koalas; as soon as a I draw get sent to [? ] I kill with the
mami 'Cuz you ain't gettin' fucked like you should mami And that ain't good mami This for the black ladies We gotta love the mothers of the black babies
let's go Yea they get offended by words but You can tell it's fear They say ball til you fall the fall is never near They all say that they ball but
upon the scene Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out The Phuncky Feel, and Kill A Man (KILL
down Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch YOU CAN JUST SUCK MY DICK Chorus: ( Black
suspicious (what) I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what) I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black) numb-nut
ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up Ya'll betta duck When it get real, they hide from me But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it Man
Now r-roger that, r-r-roger that. R-roger that, r-r-r-roger that. R-roger that, r-r-roger that... Roger. [Tyga:] Young black Rico's. Kill for da C notes
even start that shit Catch me in da back of the van, hands on my psp Black hoody on, rockin “need for speed” I kill stages, breakin songs In
