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[Intro]
Pardon me brother, as you stand in your glory
[Verse]
Yeah, when you get too old to fight
Day turns night, huggin' the light
Hummin' like a bird does dubs, etcetera
Love song plethoras, instead of collectin' her, you rejected her
Respected her, let her be hurt
Wrote her a letter and she read it 'fore rescinding
Back to me she wrote, gone with 'em
Fell victim to the prism of what? Color kill 'em slow
Seeds don't grow by the farms
They are gentrified, sent alive to me, beliefs
The agnostic priests
Optimistical paths so predictable to rituals
Habitual, laugh if it tickles you
Funny money live for you, bruh, if it interests you
Mom said it's for the French in you
Parlez-vous francais, obviously, probably just me
Feelin like Gs
Surrounded by thieves, rounded by the sea trees
Planted by the rivers and the waters, praisin' daughters
Bought a grave for the father
About this track
"Pardon" is a song by Blu from the album Her Favorite Colo(u)r, released in 2011. The song was written by Blu. It was produced by Blu.
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Blu →Behave, I'm no martyr just, ask Marty kin
Party, pooper
You's a loser if you ain't with somebody
On the fourteenth goin' on the twenty-sixth feelin' like a bitch
'Cause I was feelin' this bitch
Wasn't doin' nothin' but feelin' her, now what?
Back to feelin this paper
Feelin' this vapor, caped crusader
Ain't the same, I came close but no cigar folks
Peach op split to the head like a dropkick
Through the snares and all but who cares?
I cut my hair instead of pullin' it out of my head
Dawg I was something like it
Now I'm nothin' without something sunk in my chair
Thinkin' bout lovin' someone so rare
But I can't keep followin' in
Starin' at a dream, moonwalk, talkin' to ghosts
Gone off of that indo smoke and we elope
Dope boy on his own, God bless the child who grows the
Lone Ranger from, out of the manger born
Knowledge reign supreme
Over nearly anyone that's afraid to dream, try
[Outro]
Ay yai yai yai
You think those guys look like they'll ever be sensitive to my record collection?
Hahahaha
A bunch of football jocks, 'What do you got here?
A bunch of old albums or something?
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