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Blue$ Lyrics by P34CE

2015

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm in the booth, I only speak what's real in here
Only 18, and already a millionaire
That's the truth, if you remove all your stereotypes
And I never got onto your stereo hype
Cause I don't write what the stereo like
But still got paid for my shit, and that was memorable
So I guess my nigga, I'm professional
And yeah i fucked the world, but that pussy wasn't pleasurable
Just tryna rack them greens like a farmer with 'em vegetables
But I can't say that, cause them 100 dollar bills are fucking blue
Cause they don't buy happiness they just buy the fucking blues
And that's motherfucking true

[Verse 2]
I said, I fuck with that
Homies on them bucket hats
Just like Q
Fuck the technicalities, cause inside i'm like you
Whether or not I like you
Nigga walking back from high school
Get pumped lead, cause he ain't a white fool
Sounds exaggerated huh? Nigga, but it's quite true
And I don't drink, cause liquor won't kill the pain the way a pipe do
A wooden one
Full of Buddha buds
Nothing processed unnaturally
But maybe I'm still killing myself and that's the fucking technicality
Like why shoot yourself with a silenced gun
Cause either way you'll be dead when the sirens come

100 dollar bills are fucking blue
Cause they don't buy happiness they just buy the fucking blues

[Verse 3]
And tell santa, that weed is on my wishlist for Christmas
And I'm behind these bars, like i'm bar-tending to all my listeners
Or like a prisoner
Who got a pen and pad as his only visitor
This is just a note to self
A nigga cannot die on the road to hell
Nor can I die broke as hell
I can't die with a pack of dope to sell
And I can't die 'till the world thinks i'm fucking dope as hell
And there ain't no right or wrong
But I like to right my wrongs
When I fucking write my songs
After I light my bong
And my nights are long
Caused by graphic dreams
Of faggy teens
In baggy jeans
So i'm finna cover the cover of that magazine with magazines
Then kick back and spark up this magic tree
Cause I done have the fucking worst stress
Feeling worthless
Been shat on like a birds nest
That is why I burn cess
Like a fucking furnace
'Till i'm passed out in the back seat
Of a taxi
With my nigga Max. E
Never fucking rap on them dance beats
Keep it one hunnit, and I fucking run it like an athlete
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About “Blue$” by P34CE

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