Intuition & Equalibrum - Ain’t the Blues lyrics

rate me

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

Puffing blunts to feel something other than nothing, no

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

Looking 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 no, 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 your ma dukes ashamed of you

Knowing that someone you trusted just be playing you

But no, this ain't the blues, na-uh, it ain't the blues

No, 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 fucking up, know you're running from keepers

I spend a lot of time in my cave, now worried that the drum breaks might lead to breakdowns

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 running faster if you're only running 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 no, 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 your ma dukes ashamed of you

Knowing that someone you trusted just be playing you

But no, 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

Believability belongs to who's getting paid

I didn't know the rules, I was new to the game

Till you snapped your foul fingers and the crew shifted ways

Man, I was a fool to the end when

I understood that 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's backs to get yourself paid, pal

Fuck around and get laid out

Ignore me when you see me, stay away with your fake smile