Baby Blue
Chance the Rapper & Action Bronson Lyrics
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Why you always all on my back? Uh
Why you gotta do me like that? Uh
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl, I'm blue
Because you treat me like shit
I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in
And now somebody else is eatin' all the pudding
Things change, now my dashboard wooden
All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden
Dark shades, 'cause I'm stone crazy
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby
All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short
Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothin'
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five Brazilians
There were times I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini
And motherfuckers can't see me
Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy
Who would've thought I hit you right back?
Why you always all on my back? Uh
Why you gotta do me like that? Uh
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? (Yeah)
Baby girl, I'm blue
So many women wanna call me baby
And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately
Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh
Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath
Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me
And you could order whatever
The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce
You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next
And I understand that's only 'cause I'm popular
I'm gettin' topped off in the front row of the opera
As Bocelli sings the celly rings
I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is
I know the thought of me succeedin' makes a lot of people nauseous
Still, I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish
Why you always all on my back? Uh
Why you gotta do me like that? Uh
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl, I'm blue
I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue
From a razor in a paper cup
I hope every soda you drink already shaken up
I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun
I hope your titties all saggy in your early twenties
I hope there's always snow in your driveway
I hope you never get off Fridays
And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays
I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket
I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen
I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck
And your headphones short, and your charger don't work
And you spill shit on your shirt
I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face
Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade
I hope you happy, I hope you happy
I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, ah
Why you always all on my back? Uh
Why you gotta do me like that? Uh
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby girl, I'm blue
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The lyrics of "Baby Blue" by Chance the Rapper and Action Bronson express frustration with a past relationship. The first verse finds Action Bronson drowning his "sorrows in a large steak" after a breakup, while the chorus repeats the questioning of why the girl is "always all on [his] back" and "act[ing] like a bitch" when he's with her. Bronson goes on to describe how he paid for a bed and crib but never used them, leading to someone else "eatin' all the pudding." He says that things have changed, he's doing well, and he's now in a black Benz.
Chance the Rapper's verse begins with him describing how many women want to call him "baby," while the girl from the past relationship wonders why he hasn't called. He acknowledges that some people hate him, but he just keeps living his life. He spends his time at home with his chef, ordering "white snake and underwear sauce." He describes how he's "gettin' topped off in the front row of the opera," and as "Bocelli sings the celly rings," he has to go. Chance the Rapper ends his verse by saying that he's not flawless, but he's gorgeous like a horse.
Overall, the lyrics of "Baby Blue" express frustration with a past relationship, but also showcase the success and confidence of both rappers. The chorus repeats the questions of why the girl is acting the way she is, expressing confusion and frustration with the relationship. Both rappers describe their current lavish lifestyles, with descriptions of expensive cars, dinners with chefs, and getting "topped off in the front row of the opera."
Line by Line Meaning
Why you always all on my back? Uh
Why are you constantly bothering me and nagging me?
Why you gotta do me like that? Uh
Why are you treating me so badly?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
Why do you behave so harshly when we are together?
Baby girl, I'm blue
I am feeling upset and distressed
Because you treat me like shit
You are treating me poorly and disrespectfully
I paid for the bed and never even slept in it
I purchased the bed but did not use it
I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in
I bought that house, but never lived there
And now somebody else is eatin' all the pudding
Someone else is enjoying the benefits of my hard work
Things change, now my dashboard wooden
Things have changed, and now I have a fancier car
All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden
I have a new black Mercedes like Dwight Gooden
Dark shades, 'cause I'm stone crazy
I wear sunglasses because I am a little crazy
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby
We are adults now, so stop playing childish games with me
All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short
Your immature efforts to anger me are unsuccessful
Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothin'
Your lack of accomplishments only causes you to be more upset with me
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five Brazilians
My success is understandable considering my bright outlook and my teammates
There were times I used to hide my feelings
I used to conceal my emotions
Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini
Now I am riding in my Lamborghini without any clothes on
And motherfuckers can't see me
Everyone is trying to get close to me, but I am elusive
Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy
Just wait until this woman sees me on television, I am going to make it look easy
So many women wanna call me baby
A lot of women want to be romantic with me
And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately
You are curious why I have not contacted you recently
Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh
Some people view me as a sex symbol
Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath
Others may hate me, but I do not waste my energy on them
Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me
You go on a date while I am at home with my chef, cooking for myself
And you could order whatever
I have the means to order anything I desire
The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce
My favorite dish has white snake meat and 'underwear sauce'
You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next
I can be found in a location where the sun is shining
And I understand that's only 'cause I'm popular
The reason I am getting attention is because I am popular
I'm gettin' topped off in the front row of the opera
I am getting a blowjob in the front row of the opera
As Bocelli sings the celly rings
As Andrea Bocelli sings, the cellphone rings
I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king
I have to leave, and you will never understand the pleasure I have sleeping in my royal bed
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is
I am not perfect, but I am beautiful
I know the thought of me succeedin' makes a lot of people nauseous
The idea of my success makes many people angry or jealous
Still, I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish
Regardless, I am enjoying myself on the deck of the boat, taking photos with the swordfish
I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue
I hope you get injured by a paper cut on your tongue
From a razor in a paper cup
Caused by a razor blade placed in a paper cup
I hope every soda you drink already shaken up
I hope you cannot enjoy your soda, as it is already shaken up
I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun
I hope your aspirations dry up in the hot, baking sun
I hope your titties all saggy in your early twenties
I hope your breasts droop when you are still young
I hope there's always snow in your driveway
I hope it constantly snows and keeps you from leaving your driveway
I hope you never get off Fridays
I hope you are forever stuck working every Friday
And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays
At the restaurant you work at, Fridays are always the busiest day
I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket
I hope you are unlucky enough to win the lottery and also lose your ticket
I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen
I hope your kitchen is infested with feces from humans and animals alike
I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck
I hope the zipper on your coat becomes jammed and won't close
And your headphones short, and your charger don't work
I hope your headphones fail and your charger no longer works
And you spill shit on your shirt
I hope you accidentally spill something on your shirt
I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face
I hope you crying does not affect me, and I am able to taunt you
Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade
I accept my losses as Delilah has taken control and turned my hairstyle into a fade
I hope you happy, I hope you happy
I hope you are satisfied with what you have wrought
I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, ah
I hope all your negative actions were for a purpose, and that you are content with the outcome
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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: Ariyan Arslani, Chancelor Johnathan Bennett, Mark Ronson, Zane Lowe
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Pulverpojken
+Brandon Smith There's a Swedish rapper who made a similar song to this a couple of years ago and ends the song with:
I hope that you,
Never ever again can remember a PIN-code, like
never, even when you get a new one
And may your watch always go twenty minutes too slow so you always will be late
And may flesheating ants eat your eyelids so you're always tired
And even when you're alert you look very very very tired
And may your harddrives forever crash
@roypurdy4127
bro that intro is something else hahahah
The way he said "I wanna look like Michael Jackson" had me dyinggg
@johnarrington1164
Roy Purdy you know it's a parody of Coming to America, right?
@owenmaggio6472
Roy Purdy I found Roy purdy on a random vid!
@hypetrooper2152
Roy I can't believe I found you here I love you.
@vergepumps3210
Owen Maggio who df is Roy Pursy?
@salvation7141
they were fucking high
@6Foot4Honda
dope track
@brxther8080
It's you didn't expect to see you here keep up the good work
@janoskaful
Hey 6foot didn't expect you here
@CarSyndicate
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