Tito Lopez – The Blues Lyrics

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M, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, M, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, hump back, hump back, I so fly

[Hook]
I got that constant distressin’ ‘bout my profession
Can’t get no restin’, why niggas 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 shitty life
Wonderin’ if I had that pretty wife, big house, nice car
Would that make me feel like a star? I doubt it
Houses get repossessed like cars
Marriage only lasts a minute.
What you think they throwin’ rice for?
Gets so deep on these cuts, homie they might scar
Shit, what you think I’m holdin’ these dice for?
I stay rollin’. The car ain’t stolen, officer, it’s all me
Now 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 shit appalls me. How can I be so fuckin’ dope?
Still they got me leaping through hoops and jumping this fuckin’ rope

You mention me and don't say "best", somebody conned you
No "'Ye West"; my nigga, I stay stressed

[Hook]

Look, I live my life on edge, "Know the Ledge"
‘Cause any minute I could slip

Leave yo' address with 'bout half left of a good clip
Shock on face, Glock on my waist, my hip burn

Actors on that Hepburn, fake make my neck turn
That boy’s snappin’, quit actin’ like you done just learned
Everything they gave you, they made you, I just earned
And now they sayin’ they tryna hear love
It’s right here cuz; is them headphones or ear plugs?

Still I get overlooked, got razor raps
But they don’t favor that shit over hooks

Got us sitting, have these stupid conversations over looks
It’s ice age for real niggas, it’s over, look
Ain’t battlin' niggas, that beef shit 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 fuck 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 never will
Bet I’ll be the hardest for you haters to ever kill

[Hook]

I’ve got the blues
I’ve got the blues
I’ve got the blues blues blues blues blues blues blues

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