30 MG BLUES ft. M. Stacks Lyrics

Alright

Check it out

Check it out

Check it out

Check it out

You know what the fuck it is

Pittsburgh to Cleveland

Cleveland to Pittsburgh

And back again

Bill Waves

M Stacks

Pussy

When I feel blue, I play the blues

That's anytime I read the news

Yea we're doomed!

I can't see the blue sky through the gloom

I can't see the blue sky through the fumes

I hope the sun shines through

When I'm blue I play the blues

Thats anytime I read the news

Yea we're doomed!

I can't see the blue sky through the gloom

I can't see the blue sky through the fumes

I hope the sun shines through

Another day another dollar

It's been 7 years now since the very last time I turned a pill into blue powder

I'm an old soul you pussies are made of flour, baked soft

Its such a different time that I came out of

Don't bother, we can't relate

Show you how to make more than a dollar

Bitch I'm here to stay

I promise you don't get more for your dollar

You get what you pay

The price per pound goes up and down

So you pay whatever I say

Don't give a fuck what you think

I'll be a real mother fucker

Until the end of my days

Pray I make it to heavens gates

Still

I'm not afraid to do dirt

You put dirt on my name

I put you in the dirt

You don't rehearse or write a verse like me

I used to snatch purse after purse

Now I work for my pay, because dishonesty brought curse after curse

Now I'm surfing the waves

Praying for truth

Searching for ways

Certain things'll never be the same

Since September 2018

Life has really been lame as fuck

But either way

We still got new things in the works

The faith is strong

First in my brain

Rent is paid

Serving 5 days a week

My dick is long

So when I walk it swings, and when I drive Im swerving through lanes

You know the old sayin that talk is cheap

If you really want to walk

Come walk with me through the park at dark

In my Carhartt Air Force Ones

With broken glass, and guts of a red game sweet as I march

Come down the alley way don't get cold feet

Souf Oakland 4 life man, that was the old zine

Bates and McKee Place

Bates and Mckee Place

Bates and Mckee

Bates and Mckee

Marino field with the blunt wrappers, bury my ashes under a tree

When I feel blue, I play the blues

That's anytime I read the news

Yea we're doomed!

I can't see the blue sky through the gloom

I can't see the blue sky through the fumes

I hope the sun shines through

When I'm blue I play the blues

Thats anytime I read the news

Yea we're doomed!

I can't see the blue sky through the gloom

I can't see the blue sky through the fumes

I hope the sun shines through