Tito Lopez - The Blues Lyrics
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The Blues
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What Are The Lyrics For The Blues By Tito Lopez?
M, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, M, I, crooked letter,
Crooked letter, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, hump back, hump back, I I got that constant distressin’ ‘bout my profession Can’t get no restin’, why niggas testin’? Always suggesting I’m aksing 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 on 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 they’ll say that’s somebody kind You know y’ain’t west, my nigga I stay calm I got that constant distressin’ ‘bout my profession Can’t get no restin’, why niggas testin’? Always suggesting I’m aksing 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 Look, I live my life on 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 learned Everything they gave you, they made you, I just earned And now they sayin’ they tryna hear love It’s right here 'cause is them headphones or ear plugs? Still I get overlooked, got razor ass 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 f*ck 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 Never sold out and I’ll never will Bet I’ll be the hardest for you haters to ever kill I got that constant distressin’ ‘bout my profession Can’t get no restin’, why niggas testin’? Always suggesting I’m aksing 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 I’ve got the blues I’ve got the blues I’ve got the blues blues blues blues blues blues blues |
Who Wrote The Blues By Tito Lopez?
Eric Dolphy
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