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Blue
Hip-Hop/Rap
Blue was released on September 17, 2021 by MADE IN SMOKE as a part of the album Blue - Single
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Release DateSeptember 17, 2021
LabelMADE IN SMOKE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM129

Credits

Lyrics

Lit another one up refreshed
I just put in the work I don't flex
Outcast so clean so fresh, kid
So don't bother if it ain't no test
'Cause it's easy come, easy go in these times
Easy up, easy fall in these times
None of these man are gonna make me reprise
Let my pride be my demise, ugh
Tryna make good music burst
Leavin' em learned when I do my worst
Leavin' em dead when I'm at my best
You never been a main you a side quest
It's all a game there's levels to this shit
Virtual currency to the reverends
Cash cows squashing the beef with settlements
But come at my liberty get a leathering, ugh
2 sides can't see where the tether is
Just buried him in cunch where the heather is
Still sipping on a dark liquor beverage
Be the top of Mount Gay
Where the weathers good, bless my buj
How much you smoke? That's a Kanye shrug
Done with the arguments 'bout the drugs
All the needless shit just piping up like-
You blurring the lines I'm high res,
My vision is clearer with my prep
That's why they feared Nostradamus
Yeah
It was written these are my steps
Go at myself with the high stakes
Tough as Kevlar how we investing
Yeah
How we investing yeah,
Blue...
Like Miles...
Never got it off white like Virgil
None of my G's got birded
I never did one man dirty
The gang still here still certi
And everything we did still worth it
I speak you can tell a mans learned
You never know that from the surface
You judging the world is your jury
I ain't turning down for your worries
Ain't turning down for your worries though
Your stereotypes carry fury
Been knowing that since early
So we fall to the trap again surely
And ain't no vaccine for that can't cure it
What
They lead you to believe make our people bleed
And it's all to feed the machine
No matter who suffer it's green though
It's all the same colour we bleeding
So I put my all up in the verses
In the hopes that I get some mercy
And I pray everyday that they hear me
Get some blessings up out of the curses
Too real
Two reel, movie projectors
So solid, phone screen protectors
No tonic but my jin be the westest
Roll my sleeves call me inspector
Manny way you know where the best is
Unwell it's just ill intentions
Unwell it's just ill intentions
Fuck a fed til' cardiac arrest I'm gone
Said fuck fed til cardiac arrest
I'm gone
Con-duit
Gone, gone, gone.
Written by: Conduit
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