Topaz Jones and Gabriel Garzón-Montano - Blue

Looks they can be so decieving, uh
False prophets we don't believe in, no
Cross my heart and hope to die I know one day
Everything's gonna be alright (yeah, uh)

I'm sick and tired of all this perspiring
Typing up resumes and inquiring if you hiring
I'm sick and tired of button up ironing
Why don't I get any days off, until I reach retirement?
I'm sick and tired of sirens in my environment
They never get laid off, they only do the firing
It's getting violent
Could start a fire with, pain in my irises
Roses are red, why I'm so violet? (Blue)

Yeah baby, I'm blue (blue)
My nigga, I'm blue (blue)
Yeah, baby, I'm blue (blue)

I still don't understand why I get up each morning and try again
The world already ending like the Mayan's said
I still don't understand why I'm in this predicament
Pitiful roaches in my hallway play tiny violins
I still don't understand why is that so many stay silent
When niggas dyin' turn blind eye in their pirate ships
And still don't understand buying into the luxury brands
Providing funds for the Klan that be conspiring
Grew up admiring rhymers who had hot one-liners
And beats banging like a shotgun fired, kaboom
That left a young me inspired to light up blunts and get higher
Spend all my funds on attire and what I could consume
Was spoon fed with it, rhetoric quite repetitive
Family members wished reality registered with me 'cause soon
If I don't blow like a bassoon
I'm a buffon in the community
Lookin' up at the moon it isn't usually blue (blue)

Yeah baby, that's blue (blue)
My nigga that's blue (blue)
Yeah baby, that's blue (blue)

Written by:
George David Brandon Jones, Gabriel Garzon-Montano

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