Yo
I ain't gonna front
It's been a rough couple months
Sex, ladies having babies business just been fucking up
Plus I been feeling like my tongue is stuck
Puffin' blunts to feel something other than nothing, nah
This bubble keeps up on the outside
But let's them in enough to think there's never any downtime
The town sides muffles the outcries about white lies that the side of my mouth hides
Yeah, I said I hide behind a mask
Trying to find the line of sight - I write about the past
Lookin' at the stars, lying on the grass
And cooking up them bars when I'm high enough to gas
I fall for girls that's taken
Swooping relations on the verge of breaking
Wonder if my turns worth the wait
When the search don't work and the flirts is vacant
It's a piece of paper that you got paid in for school
Look at your feet and wonder who made your shoes
The feeling in your tummy knowing money made the moves
But nah, this ain't the blues - Na-uh, it ain't the blues
It's knowing that you're going nowhere, paying dues
And thinking that ya ma dukes ashamed of you
Knowing that someone you trusted just be playing you
But nah, this ain't the blues - Na-uh, it ain't the blues
Nah, it's something much deeper
You wanna fall in love but know lust is just cheaper
Cut it up, bust a nut and just leave her
You fuckin' up, know you're running from keepers
I spend a lot of time in my cave, now worried that the drum breaks may lead to break downs
Venting? on a song that's never ending
Lifting up the pen and pretending, I'm picking up the pace now
But what's the point of runnin' faster - if you're only runnin' laps
You're so concerned about staying on the track you forget the finish line's the starting point you're coming back to
So now I keep it how the crow flies
Cause road signs never point to gold mines
And closed eyes don't enjoy the whole ride
Bundled for a cold night, buckle up and hold tight
It's a piece of paper that you got paid in for school
Look at your feet and wonder who made your shoes
The feeling in your tummy knowing money made the moves
But nah, this ain't the blues - Na-uh, it ain't the blues
It's knowing that you're going nowhere, paying dues
And thinking that ya ma dukes ashamed of you
Knowing that someone you trusted just be playing you
But nah, this ain't the blues - Na-uh, it ain't the blues
Yo
Money comes and goes
But If it goes before it comes should you know your role, own your soul or go and load your gun
Never yell, but never hold your tongue
And never listen to the tall tales them other soldiers spun
The truth has a few different shades
Believablilty belongs to who's getting paid
I didn't know the rules, I was new to the game
'Til you snapped your foul fingers and the crew shifted ways
Man, I was a fool to the end when
I understood you embodied rule number seven
I did the work - you took the credit
You played the game smarter man that's cool; I accept it
But don't be out smearing my name while
You step on people'ss backs to get yourself paid pal
Fuck around and get laid out. Ignore me when you see me - stay away with your fake smile