I Am Jean

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Check It Out Yo...
 Copacetic, and I'm nice like my credit
 Sweet as diabetics, you can even call the medic
 Fresh like a lettuce wrapped blunt wrapped in lettuce in rap(but hold up)
 But hit them trees 'fore you're dead it set it off like I'm off it
 Talk on often. So gone coughing I was so high, calling on dope like my hope died
 Like I'm a nobody, turned somebody with a word somebody heard
 Young Bird Parker with the marker. I'd off a herb but the words will take you farther
 Pure art martyr, like if I wore my heart on my sleeve I'd be darker than my father
 Part author, mom got the French side, I was this high French-kissing when I was six like young John Goddard
 Under trees soaking up the summer breeze writing love songs bout it at a doubt she'll ever read but fuck it
 Like the english-lit subject. Passed with an A but ditched every grade after lunches
 Usual suspect, but what you expect? Can't say - grace, chase lust and love less
 I'm a poet. Helpless romantic. Type to hold hands, make plans, and quote stanzas Just so you can (tell me how nice I am)
 I am Jean never repeat it love or leave it gotta be the one
 Single digit numero un blooming out the
 Garden of Egypt now river flow searching for the
 Eighth wonder under water dance cooler than the
 Ice pick a beat to rip right riper than a
 Honey dew melon blessed be the memory of
 Morning dew orange juice champagne toasted lampin' under shade under pray christ quoting
 What ever happened to that good ol'? Now every day I get up focused on how to get more
 Why can't it be so simple? Narrow Path, pad and a pencil, now everybody tryna get that pimp on
 This is that pay my rent song. Used to be the emcee sitting on ya couch atcha' house tryna get on
 Fuck it. I don't want a end of it. Game is so disgusting, y'all don't even wanna discuss it. Such such can suck it
 I rep Hip-Hops but haven't sold the ethics. Etch-a-sketch a method get ghost before ya read it
 Smoking on resin tryna keep it level headed. Digging for new records while petal-plucking destiny
 Pressing up the message, kept it from the press. Under stress but I guess it's a part of being successful B
 Z told me that and the homie told me rap even though I don't match the image, I gotta give it
 Live it daily even when I'm with my lady, she be like "Blu you crazy, turn that shit down, play with me."
 I save the beat and go do that, but before I do can I spew that?
 New rap I wrote for them new cats to know I'm no joke like the G-O. Focus so GQ and dope on the D-L though. No Hughley
 Truly, Blu be the gentleman women friends dissin' cause I'm spitting hymns, back to church again
 Yeah giving y'all the word until service ends. Word to Reverend Run
 Dig the kendricks, the choir, and ushers. Still here like I love her. So mother-cas you can (tell me how nice)
 

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Duration
03:14
Key
7
Tempo
95 BPM

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