Blues.

Yeah
Aye Made Smoove
Yeah

Smoove on the beat I just did your ass a favor
Took hella L's, should've played for the Lakers
Money on my mind, but I couldn't get my cake up
What's the point of livin' if I couldn't keep my face up
Stayed down, now I'm waitin' for the blow-up
Dark-skinned, skinny nigga tryna get his hoes up
Hold up, that don't really mean a thing
Cause these bitches only fuckin' on a nigga with a name
Shame and the truth, sittin' in this booth
Speakin' on my lessons, dialecting my confessions
Sunny days, but I'm sittin' on the blues
Hard on myself, that ain't really nothin new, yeah

Yeah
Aye
Tell me the truth in a given situation
Lies to my face, switchin' up like a station
Everything that happened to me made me stronger
People from the past, they ain't with me any longer
Yeah I said he with me when I cry
Even on the best days I can never switch sides
On my mama
Now I'm on the trail to the commas
Cryin' to myself, I was filled with the trauma
2021, I ain't fuckin' with the drama
On another level that you niggas can't relate to
On the other side, then he opened up the gate to my blessings
Pickin' up the drugs for depression
Had to put it down just to see the transgression
Fightin' with yourself when you learn the biggest lesson
Adderall pills, couldn't keep a nigga still
Gave it up to God, you know he took the wheel
Power in the flesh, heart beatin' from the chest
Lookin' for the cause, I was seein' the effects of a real nigga
Who was livin' in the sin, started over again
Now I'm goin' for the win, yeah
Yeah
Yeah



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Writer(s): Joshua Smith
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