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p34ce - blue$ lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m in the booth, i only speak what’s real in here
only 18, and already a millionaire
that’s the truth, if you remove all your stereotypes
and i never got onto your stereo hype
cause i don’t write what the stereo like
but still got paid for my sh-t, and that was memorable
so i guess my n-gga, i’m professional
and yeah i f-cked the world, but that p-ssy wasn’t pleasurable
just tryna rack them greens like a farmer with ’em vegetables
but i can’t say that, cause them 100 dollar bills are f-cking blue
cause they don’t buy happiness they just buy the f-cking blues
and that’s motherf-cking true

[verse 2]
i said, i f-ck with that
homies on them bucket hats
just like q
f-ck the technicalities, cause inside i’m like you
whether or not i like you
n-gga walking back from high school
get pumped lead, cause he ain’t a white fool
sounds exaggerated huh? n-gga, but it’s quite true
and i don’t drink, cause liquor won’t k!ll the pain the way a pipe do
a wooden one
full of buddha buds
nothing processed unnaturally
but maybe i’m still k!lling myself and that’s the f-cking technicality
like why shoot yourself with a silenced gun
cause either way you’ll be dead when the sirens come

100 dollar bills are f-cking blue
cause they don’t buy happiness they just buy the f-cking blues

[verse 3]
and tell santa, that weed is on my wishlist for christmas
and i’m behind these bars, like i’m bar-tending to all my listeners
or like a prisoner
who got a pen and pad as his only visitor
this is just a note to self
a n-gga cannot die on the road to h-ll
nor can i die broke as h-ll
i can’t die with a pack of dope to sell
and i can’t die ’till the world thinks i’m f-cking dope as h-ll
and there ain’t no right or wrong
but i like to right my wrongs
when i f-cking write my songs
after i light my bong
and my nights are long
caused by graphic dreams
of f-ggy teens
in baggy jeans
so i’m finna cover the cover of that magazine with magazines
then kick back and spark up this magic tree
cause i done have the f-cking worst stress
feeling worthless
been shat on like a birds nest
that is why i burn cess
like a f-cking furnace
’till i’m p-ssed out in the back seat
of a taxi
with my n-gga max. e
never f-cking rap on them dance beats
keep it one hunnit, and i f-cking run it like an athlete

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