Blueberry Rain Lyrics - Singles - Andre Nickatina

Blueberry Rain Lyrics 

Nicky: 

I have to blink two times 'cause im camera shy 

I dont eat ice cream or cherry pie 

I make it melt man it'll be dripping of the shelf 

But looking hella pretty like my leather buckle belt 

Its a serenity a trinity 

My legacy is begging me to change my identity 

A four-five infinity 

Anthology anatomy is sorta like a policy 

A rapper termonology 

It dont give an apology 

You know the trigonometry 

You think can handle flygirly (?) 

It'd get the BDP 

Half a crimonology 

The mongoose bangs while the birds all sang 

I wear my house shoes like Im part of a gang 

Qupito: 

I spread bread like mustard but never could trust her 

You know im just a hustler caught up like Usher 

Im all in trying to triple a nickel 

See the game thats told get as cold as icicles 

I cut 'em off if you question my analysis 

Day i rate mayne my mind state mac a trick 

Knowin all my homies gon call when ready 

To the P.I's and those pushin raw like Eddy 

You can give me a update and tell me "wassup mayne" 

Influxuate the paste till its cookie or cupcakes 

Its so vivid straight up with no gimicks 

Gotta get on her you can roll wit it 

Every minute count we bounce 

We count onces to the amount 

Houses from the account breached up in the couch 

Fly down south get the dough in atlanta 

I hit the floor and do the Toni Montana 

Chorus: 

Im going to go, leaving clouds of smoke 

Ima always do my bay thang, 

Ima hustler mayne, gotta make my change 

No time for playin games hey 

State-to-State on a papa chase 

Leavin em laced got moves to make 

Im staying high like fly for life 

Cant get by just to maintain 

Quipto: 

Oh hell naw 

I aint done enough, theres more i gotta see 

So lord dont punish me just 'cause i smoke alot of weed 

Thats my apology see I be the no sinner 

The rule breaker shaker mayne the goal tender 

Getting the business suckas letting the cash burn 

Im never finish not even after my last words 

Natural disasters might take your boy 

No doubt just let me go out in blaze a glory 

Helpin kids cross the bridge it is what it is 

Live life with a whole lot of sacrifice to give 

I dont deserve it 

Believe me if god told me its curtains 

I hope i served my purpose and he knows I wasnt perfect 

Young queez in this game for life 

Translate do the damn till the day I die 

Its a cold world baby and im already frost bit 

So save your breath I play death when you talk shit 

Nicky: 

Man its the fifth wheel, some feel, roll up and blow kill 

I dont trust them motherfuckers all of em hope still 

Kay swiss white like columbian coke 

And I dont care about your word I sell dreams and hopes 

Man its the reece's buttercup be the focus like a mind reader 

Number 2 pencil is Picasso's brush 

EQ got the purple rain crushed up 

The rush of the blood is like a task-force bust 

Chorus: 

Im going to go, leaving clouds of smoke 

Ima always do my bay thang, 

Ima hustler mayne, gotta make my change 

No time for playin games hey 

State-to-State on a papa chase 

Leavin em laced got moves to make 

Im staying high like fly for life 

Cant get by just to maintain