Lyrics
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 searching for a new joy
Na 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
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 girls probably gonna wanna rung my bell
I'm probably gonna tell her she can come around
Does 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 cousins help
KingJClean na he must be still
A hundred men tried to pen against me n a hundred failed
I grew up in the city, big city industrial
Where strangers only say hi when they got somethin' sell
Fucking hell
Where woman can't take a walk once the sun is down
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 searching for a new joy
Na 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
I been strung along by girls, once or twelve
Used to take it to heart n feel underwhelmed
But I came to 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 ur front of house
She said 'cya later, I'm ducking out'
I said 'fuck it you took the words out of my fucking mouth'
Fuck the woman in this city need a country girl
She's smokin' hot and I'm smoking 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 raving, slap a Harry hill
Either either I don't mind cah either way I'm happy still
Blue boy, dabadeedabada
Fine I'll stay the night but best believe I'm leaving tomorr
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
Written by: Jethro McClean, Joseph Fitzpatrick