The Blues Lyrics

I ain't really trippin'

Fuck your attitude

Pain 'll callus you

A hundred fifty million

Niggas lining up to jab at you

All this pressure snap clavicle

Silver spoon I ain't have a spoon

And I went from once in

A blue moon

To a blue lagoon

Went from so many blues

To so many blues

Went from so many blues

To so many blues

More money more problem

It come back like karma

Tell 'em I got the blues

Blues

I got the blues

Blues

Tell 'em I got the blues

Blues

I got the blues baby

I got the blues

Bluer than Aladdin genie

Chop her fettuccine

Out her bikini

Presently Michael Jackson

Beat it beat it

And I hope you don't

Take these lyrics as conceded

And I hope you don't follow

What media teaches

Our leaders are leaches

Facetious creatures of the night

Blood sucking tick

How green the grass

And I was really down way bad

I got the blues in a duffle

Play the hands you dealt

Did you shuffle?

She got that drip

Like a honey suckle

I bam bam no Barbie rubble

I know some yougins that

Never valued life

I seen some things

That make a coward cry

Lived a thousand lives

I'm the power line

I ain't really trippin'

Fuck your attitude

Pain 'll callus you

A hundred fifty million

Niggas lining up to jab at you

All this pressure snap clavicle

Silver spoon I ain't have a spoon

And I went from once in

A blue moon

To a blue lagoon

Went from so many blues

To so many blues

Went from so many blues

To so many blues

More money more problem

It come back like karma

Tell 'em I got the blues

Blues

I got the blues

Blues

Tell 'em I got the blues

Blues

I got the blues baby

I got the blues

I got the blues

Like I'm blues clues

Words Dr.Seuss

I'm Dr.Who

Like a freight train

With the engine suped

Who stopping who

Who stopping who

You cannot wave ride

My ambition

This big talk make a ant listen

I'm too gifted that ain't come

From no chimney

I remember when my stomach

Was empty

Now we got plenty

You played me fifty

That's why I ain't friendly

Kept my tally on the

dally and the dilly

On a dolly in the alley

In the city

I know the blue sky really lie

I hope that Tupac didn't die

And him and Nipsey

Really got a plot

Muddy Waters had the blues

A lot

You cross me like you try to crucify

I'm feeling super fly suicide

Got 'em looking like uh

Who is that

Idolizing you too attached

Snatched first place

I was used to last

Cut throat life chewing glass

I got the blues I got the blues

I laugh

I ain't really trippin'

Fuck your attitude

Pain 'll callus you

A hundred fifty million

Niggas lining up to jab at you

All this pressure snap clavicle

Silver spoon I ain't have a spoon

And I went from once in

A blue moon

To a blue lagoon

Went from so many blues

To so many blues

Went from so many blues

To so many blues

More money more problem

It come back like karma

Tell 'em I got the blues

Blues

I got the blues

Blues

Tell 'em I got the blues

Blues

I got the blues baby

I got the blues