Tito Lopez

Tito Lopez - The Blues lyrics

rate me

M I, put that letter, put that letter I

Put that letter, put that letter I

Hump back, hump back, I so I

I got that constant distressing ‘bout my profession

Can’t get no restin’, why niggas testin?

Always suggesting I’m aksing questions

Life got me guessing

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 can be possessed like cars

Marriage only lasts a minute. You think they throwin’ rice for?

Gets so deep on these scars, homie they might scar

Shit you think I’m holdin’ these dice for?

I stay rollin’, the car ain’t stolen, officer, it’s on me

And 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, stall me

This shit appalls me, ow 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 kind you

No ya west, my nigga I stay calm

I got that constant distressing ‘bout my profession

Can’t get no restin’, why niggas testin?

Always suggesting I’m aksing questions

Life got me guessing

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

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

Look, I live my life on the edge, not a ledge

‘Cause any minute I could slip

Neo had just about half left of a good clip

Shack on face, black 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 learn

Everything they gave you, they made you, I just earned

And now they sayin’ they tryna hear love

It’s right here cuz it’s them headphones and ear plugs

Still I get overlooked, got razor ass

But they don’t favor that shit over hooks

Got us sitting’ how these silly conversations overlooks

It’s ice age for real niggas, it’s over, look

Ain’t bad to them niggas that beef shit is overcooked

All this gonn 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 ever sol

Never sold out and I’ll never will

Bet I’ll be the hardest for you haters to ever kill

I got that constant distressing ‘bout my profession

Can’t get no restin’, why niggas testin?

Always suggesting I’m aksing questions

Life got me guessing

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

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

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

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

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