Artist: Tito Lopez Album: The Blues (S) Song: The Blues Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro] M-M-M-I crooked letter crooked letter M-I crook-crook-crooked letter crooked letter I, crooked letter crooked letter I Hump back hump back I so I [Chorus] I got that constant distressin, found my profession Can't get no restin, why niggas testin?! Always suggestin, I'm askin questions Life got me guessin I got the blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues I got the blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues I got the blues [Verse One] Right, under my city lights lookin real pretty lights Contemplatin on my shitty life Wonderin if I had that pretty wife, big house, nice car Would that make me feel like a star? I doubt it Houses get repossessed like cars And marriage only last a minute what you think they throwin rice for? Gets so deep on these cuts homey they might scar Shit what you think I'm holdin these dice for I stay rollin The car ain't stolen officer it's all me I don't appreciate that name you just called me Could have said young black, gifted I'm all three Long night, you ain't readin my rights, stall me This shit appauls me how can I be so fuckin dope?! Still they got me leapin through hoops and jumpin this fuckin rope You mention me and don't say best somebody conned you No 'Ye West my nigga I stay stressed [Chorus] I got that constant distressin, found my profession Can't get no restin, why niggas testin?! Always suggestin, I'm askin questions Life got me guessin I got the blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues I got the blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues I got the blues [Verse Two] Look! I live my life on edge, know the ledge 'cause any minute I could slip Leave yo' address with 'bout half left of a good clip Shackle my face, black on my waist, my hip burn Actors on that Hepburn fate made my neck turn That boy snappin quick actin like you done just learned Everything they gave you they made you I just earned And now they say they try to heal up It's right here cuz, is them headphones or earplugs? Still I get overlooked, got razor raps But they don't favor that shit over hooks Gotta sit and have these stupid conversations over looks It's Ice Age for real niggas it's over look Ain't battlin niggas that beef shit is overcooked All is 'gon be a sneak diss and y'all won't say my name But I got people really dyin while y'all really lyin Two funerals in a month can you say ashamed, this ain't a game Listen! My granddaddy died, and now my aunt gone Guess who the foundation for my family to stand on Why the fuck you think I be so hands on?! Feel like I'm movin forward and movin backwards with every damn song Lord forgive me for every lie that I ever told They wanna repent now I'm ready like Archie ever sold I never sold out, and I never will Bet I be the hardest for you haters to ever kill [Chorus] I got that constant distressin, found my profession Can't get no restin, why niggas testin?! Always suggestin, I'm askin questions Life got me guessin I got the blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues I got the blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues, blues I got the blues [Outro] I got the blues, I got the blues