This is a song about "Blue"

Wanna spend it all on you

I'm torching it like i'm burning blue,

And it'll make you feel blue

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Outta the fucking blue/

Roses are red and violets are blue

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Face blue, comparable to denim

All i want is you

Until your face turns blue

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

However it was crap and i got through to get blue

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue