JClean – Blue Boy

Letra “JClean – Blue Boy” Official Lyrics

Chorus

I’m a blue boy, heart misused boy
Heart on my sleeve, why my arms like a chew toy?
What’s my next move? I ain’t got a clue, boy
I’m just on the move searchin’ for a new joy
Nah, I’m a sweet boy, never cheat boy
With a sweet one, sweet talks what I deploy
I seen her eyes flutter when she see boy
Who’s boy? I’m boy, that’s me, boy

Verse 1

I ain’t got no one to cheer me up, I cheer up myself
No one to — so I touch myself
My life’s a windy day with a gust of hail
I’d like to talk about good times but I ain’t have as much to tell
I’m a make a vibe for summer, it’s gon’ be hot as hell
So hot your girl’s probably gonna wanna rung my bell
I’m probably gonna tеll her she can come around
Doеs she like me for my music or my curly hair? I cannot tell
Blew off the book of rhymes from my dusty shelf
I put out my first song with my cousin’s help
King JClean, nah, he must be still
A hundred men tried to pen against me and a hundred failed
I grew up in the city, big city industrial
Where strangers only say hi when they got somethin’ sell
Ah, fuckin’ hell
Where woman can’t take a walk once the sun is down

Chorus

I’m a blue boy, heart misused boy
Heart on my sleeve, why my arms like a chew toy?
What’s my next move? I ain’t got a clue, boy
I’m just on the move searchin’ for a new joy
Nah, I’m a sweet boy, never cheat boy
With a sweet one, sweet talks what I deploy
I seen her eyes flutter when she see boy
Who’s boy? I’m boy, that’s me, boy

Verse 2

I been strung along by girls, once or twelve
Used to take it to heart and feel underwhelmed
But I came to a place that felt comfortable
Which is if you don’t want me, you can suck yourself’
Girls test my patience like hospitals
But I ain’t a waiter, fuck your front of house
She said, “See ya later, I’m duckin’ out”
I said, “Fuck it, you took the words out of my fuckin’ mouth”
Fuck the woman in this city, need a country girl
She’s smokin’ hot and I’m smokin’ somethin’ else
That’s all I really need to have in this world
A house in the sticks and some San Miguel’s
Saturday night, what’s the angle, girl?
You wanna go out or just hang and chill?
We can stay in or go ravin’, slap a Harry Hill
Either, either I don’t mind cah either way I’m happy still
Blue boy, dabadeedabada
Fine I’II stay the night but best believe I’m leavin’ tomor’
Need to get back to my crib so I can sleep on my ones
I ain’t think we clicked but fuck, I’ll beat it for fun, uh

Outro

What can you do?
Oh, girl, you’re through so