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Hues.
389
R&B/Soul
Hues. was released on December 8, 2021 by Snafu Records as a part of the album Hues. - Single
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Release DateDecember 8, 2021
LabelSnafu Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mamadou.
Mamadou.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mamadou Tiemoko Yattassaye
Mamadou Tiemoko Yattassaye
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mamadou Tiemoko Yattassaye
Mamadou Tiemoko Yattassaye
Producer
Krishna Canning
Krishna Canning
Producer
Donovan Anthony Simpson
Donovan Anthony Simpson
Producer

Lyrics

(Chorus)
I’m sorry, Lord
Maybe I’ll find my way, I pray inshalllah
And roaming thru this world, I'm feeling so lost
What am I to do?
And I be rolling through the city where the cool devils hang
Bro let those booms ricochet
Jazz June, They sin blue, tryna escape through alleyways
Hope I get back to you.
(Simmer down,
Hope Allah will hear me now.)
(Verse 1)
Allah sübhanallah wa ta’ala
Qur’an pages laced in dollas
Corporates profit steps to guidance
Tax me on my way to Zion
Lace my foot soles like the prophet
Aspire to cast away to stars,
Don’t wanna slip and land on life’s soffit,
Feeling the feeling of pressure,
Bloomberg suit & tie, to my mama eyes,
I wanna impress her
Timid cause I’m livid in the
Civic of my shadows,
Windows tinted with my vest up
I sinned three times, astaghfirullah
Hope housing waters wash me dry
Paint me right
Poems in project buildings for my mama,
Though the taboos in my name,
Will she stay with me?
I paint the silhouettes on the ceiling
To fund the mentals of my homeland though
The stigmas in my tempos will make them hate on me
They don’t understand my riffs,
Oh Lord, Lord, why you gave this gift
‘Cause now you put my ass in risk,
Forcing this fate on me
Lord, lord, guide me on this ship,
I feel lost up in this shift,
The lane poison on my skin,
Yo, why you pave this for me?
Somebody pray for me.
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Baby me, I used to rub our little hands in housing water
In hopes Allah would come to emerge from the mud
Age 8, 4’11, Blue Bazins, I made salat and He bestowed
Two silver keys to reach my family above
I reached the boulevard in Heaven where ma grandmama lay
Grandpapa stay
Compute my art as codes to the gate
Doors wouldn’t let me in
Lineal angels whisper, they lament the seeds they buried
And my tears now trickle down the staircase
Back into abyss, I brace this cold world
I make up battle cries up
In my thoughts where my shadows cry
My mama think her son’s in the dust
A song poet, forgive his lonely soul
And to bless my heart for what they claim
I don’t know
I’m praying for my loved ones
To understand that these poems are native to me,
Pens in Wright directions
Man, I feel like it’s Native Son
Maybe I’m right, maybe the path that
I’m on is wrong
That’s why I pray to you.
(Chorus)
Written by: Mamadou Tiemoko Yattassaye
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