I Got the Blues
I got the blues
I'm thinking bout my future epitaph
Like what will last
What's the point of purpose if its peer pressure from the past
I used to believe in the angels and demons and prophets
Now they just confuse me
Like am I making moves
Even if nobody views it or views me
This noise floor is such a doozy
Bum me a loosie
Cuz I got nothing left to lose
No serum to make this last
No way to slow it down
No serum, the seconds pass
Smash some glass if you second guessing
I got the blues
I got the blues (I got the blues)
I got the blues
I got the blues (I got the blues)
I got the blues, the heavy moods
Its like I'm fighting Bruce Lee with hella moves
Go head, go head
Wave your fingers through my back
Translucent like a holograph
I'm hollowed out
I'm kinda juiced
My memories must be mistaken
They on the loose
A masterpiece in the making
Go head, go head- alert the news
Let em know the optimists are useless
No serum to make this last
No way to slow it down
No serum, the seconds pass
Smash some glass if you second guessing
I got the blues
I got the blues (I got the blues)
I got the blues
I got the blues (I got the blues)
Please let me make a masterpiece before I'm dead
Please let me master peace before I'm dead
Masterpiece in the making
Master peace because I made it
Master peace instead of waiting
Masterpiece in just a minute
Master peace for just a second
Please let me master peace before I'm dead
I got the, I got the
I got the, I got the
I'm thinking bout my future epitaph
Like what will last
What's the point of purpose if its peer pressure from the past
I used to believe in the angels and demons and prophets
Now they just confuse me
Like am I making moves
Even if nobody views it or views me
This noise floor is such a doozy
Bum me a loosie
Cuz I got nothing left to lose
No serum to make this last
No way to slow it down
No serum, the seconds pass
Smash some glass if you second guessing
I got the blues
I got the blues (I got the blues)
I got the blues
I got the blues (I got the blues)
I got the blues, the heavy moods
Its like I'm fighting Bruce Lee with hella moves
Go head, go head
Wave your fingers through my back
Translucent like a holograph
I'm hollowed out
I'm kinda juiced
My memories must be mistaken
They on the loose
A masterpiece in the making
Go head, go head- alert the news
Let em know the optimists are useless
No serum to make this last
No way to slow it down
No serum, the seconds pass
Smash some glass if you second guessing
I got the blues
I got the blues (I got the blues)
I got the blues
I got the blues (I got the blues)
Please let me make a masterpiece before I'm dead
Please let me master peace before I'm dead
Masterpiece in the making
Master peace because I made it
Master peace instead of waiting
Masterpiece in just a minute
Master peace for just a second
Please let me master peace before I'm dead
I got the, I got the
I got the, I got the
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Lydell
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