(Aye swift, wake up bro) Woah (Ooh, that’s a Hardbody beat)
I’m so tired of seeing these grey walls I know my momma hate the phone calls And they say I won’t see the judge till Monday (Yeah) I ain’t rocking with the trial now, uh I ain’t get time to make no story either (Fuck) Just cause I got caught riding with a heater I wouldn’t tote her if I didn’t need her Catch my bunk, watch my surrounding Gotta stay up on my ten, I know this nigga from that world And I could feel it in the wind I think that, he got some beef with my ken (Fuck it) Nigga we could get it in, ouuuuu Prosecutors wanna bury me alive All I ever did was try to stay alive I got kids and family that need me in they life You take away my freedom and you feel like that’s alright
I got jail blues (Yeah, yeah) I got jail blues I got jail blues (Yeah, yeah) I got jail blues (Yeah)
Creased all my jumpers, I swapped designer for a orange collar That clock be ticking I hope they think about me every hour Got a heart in this bitch, tell her mama I quit ain’t got too many options I’m sick of eating cold meals and taking cold showers
I got jail blues (Yeah, yeah) I got jail blues I got jail blues (Yeah, yeah) I got jail blues