Murs

Murs - Belief's Blues lyrics

rate me

Look, it's a simple thing.

I don't play well with others so all I ask is that you leave me the fuck alone.

Look I ain't tryna battle rap

Can't fuck wit none of that

I'm tryna have fun wit rap

I mean I'm done with that

Phase of my life

Now I'm tryin to raise this mic

And have the crowd shout back

And I really doubt that

Should violate ya zone

I wanna be left alone

So that I can sit at home

Play a few games

Conduct some business on my phone

I'm a grown ass man

With a flow that stands up to any competiton

Ain't tryin to be the best

Just give my own rendition of it

Love it? If not

Fuck it. Just leave it

I don't believe it's a crime

For you to simply be not feelin my rhymes

But please don't hate me

Or attempt to violate me

Let me tell you I try

But even I can't escape me

I'm everywhere I go

And everywhere you go

So let's respect each other and get on with the show

So that we can get this dough

Yo

Look I'm walkin down the street

And you ridin in ya car

A plushed out lex

So why you lookin at me hard

Man roll up ya window and mind ya own

Do I look like I gangbang?

I'm tryna go home

You step out that car and you might get ya ass beat

Oh wait, you probably tough Got a heat under the seat

It ain't like I ain't never seen a gun before

It ain't even like I never had to run before

But you don't really wanna kill me

You wanna act like a real G

But living out ya rap fantasies don't thrill me

But hey

Whatever floats your boat

Go ahead and pull it out

And I'll give you a quote

Like "Aw, big homie, please give me a pass"

But ain't it sad you need another man to kiss ya ass

But my manhood is secure so I'll bow and play the role

By the way ya light turned green like 30 seconds ago

So

And Now I got these white folks that be lookin at me funny

Lookin down on your boy cause they makin more money

Or at least they think they do

When we got lawyers and doctors that look the way I do

So don't act so astonished

Cause I hold a conversation without usin my ebonics

And don't twist up ya english soley for my benefit

Insulting your intelligence while lookin like an idiot

I'm so sick of this I shouldn't go through this no more

Following me around your store is so early 90's

Can't even touch the merchandise without you comin up behind me

Askin if I need assistance like every other minute

When you need to be watchin them Winona-lookin bitches

It's the new millennium

We on our 4th pentium

But if I even raise my voice then the policemen'll come

Cause you probably still mad denyin jesus was black

And if you can't accept that the we shouldn't interact

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