Blueprint - Blue Balls lyrics

[Intro] [Blueprint Speaking] Yo, you know. Everywhere I go, fools be like "Print! Where's the album at man? When the-when the f** are you comin' out man?" I'm like, "Homie. I told you already man. I workin' on that sh** It's comin' man. It's comin' right down the pipe. Seriously" [Verse One] Thanks for y'all patience Glad y'all could make it "Where's your new record?", I guess I'm anticipated I get asked so much it's gettin' hard to take it I'm about to f** around and tell y'all my dog at it Psych, I'm only playin' But really y'all can name it I probably been through it so I might as well explain it A couple years back, the art seemed so sacred I know what a cla**ic is and now I wanna make it Two years awaitin', in the crib, creatin' Once I finish it I find out I gotta change it See my mentality with samples is, "Just take it" Never thought that who I sampled might not appreciate it Ain't sure how I got away with it In the past But this time around they probably gon' sue my a** I guess there's no more doin' what I want to do Clearin' samples legally, yeah right, c'mon dude Kanye, the only man that can afford to So if you ain't him, you starin' at a lawsuit [Blueprint speaking] Damn, oh word? It's like that? Okay [Verse Two] f** it I ain't mad, but everybody asks "Why you ain't drop yet like these other guys have?" I ain't trippin' on them, I'm on my path But to be honest with you, my hard drive crashed I know it's kinda bad, lost a couple rhymes I had It's kinda sad no matter what kind of grind you have I let some time past f** it, refined my craft Sky's the limit, but the ceiling's kinda like gla** Might hit your head on it if you rising fast And you can only break through it if you write a smash Album cover done Asked my man's opinion He said, "It's cool, but you can probably make a bigger statement." I'm like, "Damn fam. You prolly right If I'm gonna knock it out of sight then it gotta be tight." Funny what you think is great I think is just aiight And what I think is great you might think ain't tight It's just music man Ain't no right or wrong The formula can teach people how to write a song No guarantee that people gonna like a song So let me end this sh** and get my album done I'm out