T Lopez
T Lopez - The Blues songtekst
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MI, crooked letter, crooked letter, MI, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, hump back, hump back, I got that constant distressin' 'bout my profession Can't get no restin', why n*ggas testin'? Always suggesting I'm asking questions Life got me guessin' I've got the blues blues blues blues blues blues blues I've got the blues blues blues blues blues blues blues Ridin' under my city lights, lookin' real pretty like Contemplatin' on my sh*tty life Wonderin' if I had that pretty wife, big house, nice car Would that make me feel like a star? I doubt it Houses can be possessed like cars And marriage only last a minute - what you think they throwin' rice for? Get so deep on these cuts, homie they might scar Sh*t what you think I'm holdin' these dice for? I stay rollin'. The car ain't stolen, officer, it's on me And I don't appreciate that name you just called me Could've said young, black, gifted, I'm all 3 Long night, you ain't readin' my rights, you stall me This sh*t appalls me. How can I be so f*ckin' dope? Still they got me leaping through hoops and jumping this f*ckin' rope You mention me and they'll say that's somebody Kan You know Ye West, my n*gga I stay calm I got that constant distressin' 'bout my profession Can't get no restin', why n*ggas testin'? Always suggesting I'm asking questions Life got me guessin' I've got the blues blues blues blues blues blues blues I've got the blues blues blues blues blues blues blues Look, I live my life on the edge, not a ledge 'Cause any minute I could slip Neo had just about half left of a good clip Shack on my face, black on my waist, my hip burn Actors on that Hepburn, fake make my neck turn That boy's slappin', quit actin' like you done just learn Everything they gave you, they made you, I just earned And now they sayin' they tryna heal love It's right here cuz it's them headphones and ear plugs Still I get overlooked, got razor ass But they don't favor that sh*t over hooks Got us thinkin' how these stupid conversation's overlooks It's ice age for real n*ggas, it's over, look Ain't bad to them n*ggas that beef sh*t is overcooked All this gon' be a sneak dissin', y'all won't say my name But I've got people really dyin' while you're really lyin' 2 funerals in a month, can you say it's chain? Is that a game? Listen My grand daddy died and now my aunt gone Guess who the foundation for my family to stand on Why the f*ck you think I be so hands on? Feels like I'm moving forward and moving backwards with every damn song Lord forgive me for every lie that I've ever told Ain't wanna repent, now I'm ready like Archie Eversole I never sold out and I'll never will Bet I'll be the hardest for you haters to ever kill I got that constant distressin' 'bout my profession Can't get no restin', why n*ggas testin'? Always suggesting I'm asking questions Life got me guessin' I've got the blues blues blues blues blues blues blues I've got the blues blues blues blues blues blues blues I've got the blues I've got the blues I've got the blues blues blues blues blues blues blues