Bow Tie Blues ft. Blake Yall Lyrics

I like the sound of this one though

Uh

Let's go

There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat

Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages

Pages

And when it all goes down

When it all comes true

They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues

Uh

Would you allow me to introduce that all fly dude

That go by smooth

And have them singing bow ties blues

From trying to convince the world to download my tunes

To getting straight stares from some cross eyed dudes

The focal point

Cuz my vocals on a joint, impeccable

Hella cool

Hit the club and leave with a peck or two

Pegged a fool

Cuz of how I dropped out of law school

A loss

Who'd have seen him as the boss that they toast to

A victim with his mind on a triumph

Pushed to rock a bow tie as a sign of defiance

Against the system

Money pro'ly got 'em thinking shine

But if you think I'll lose track you're out your cotton picking mind

Ironically I mean bring a slave to the game

Used the analogy of cotton for the whips and the chains

The chicks in the range

The chips

The trips and the fame

Ain't the only thing responsible for tripping a change

My bow tie blues

There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat

Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages

Pages

And when it all goes down

When it all comes true

They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues

So raise a glass for the babies

That are born where the dogs are flea-bitten and rabid

So they pass for the crazies

For having a dream

Coz loss becomes routine

Keep my faith in the fact God's the one true king

Had me thinking Sunday school

Pro'ly should have been on Monday too

Cuz chicks I saw there took it off like a runway, ooh

Cuz we was on the block finna make it to the top

Ironically the underground kid was tryna rock

So when Deffy told me it was either me or him

I swore upon my dad's grave my light would never turn dim

From home work turned in either late or barely done

To four mixtapes, what a righteous run

And I

And I swear they were sure I'd lose

Tried to keep me pigeon-holed to control my moves

But I sat back and watched the time go by smooth

Wise guy attitude these are bow tie blues

There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat

Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages

Pages

And when it all goes down

When it all comes true

They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues

One more time

Hey yo

I speak for the many who come from few to reach for the plenty

Dreamt of Remy sips in the back seat of a Bentley

A teen evidently raised by the culture of rap

A vulture of facts

Picked clean the sculpture of that

That being the lines out of a speaker

Crack feind, black teen that never really had the black sneakers

With his back leaned against the rain

Ten years forward look what something as small as a chance became

A chance at fame

Better yet a chance to tell

A story to that kid whose looking for a chance as well

For a chance in hell

With snow balls and ice cream cones

A little spark to keep warm when the nights seem cold

When nights seemed long

He would write, and it might seem wrong

But rap raised him, so whenever he'd write his songs

He was that little kid taking riding lessons from his old man

Looking back for approval, look daddy no hands

There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat

Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages

Pages

And when it all goes down

When it all comes true

They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues

Next time I touch down in my city don't be looking at me like I ain't from there

I just worked hard to get up out of there, you know what I'm saying

Blake I see you though

E.D.I

Eddie its aight, its aight, I see you though.

Evans I see you too though

BBF 2013

Or 14

BBF Forever

Bow Tie Blues, baby