[Verse 1]

Yo

I ain't gonna front

It's been a rough couple months

Ex ladies having babies, business just been fucking up

Plus I been feeling like my tongue is stuck

Puffin' blunts to feel something other than nothing, numb

This bubble keeps 'em on the outside

But let’s them in enough to think there’s never any downtime

The town's size muffles the outcries about white lies that the side of my mouth hides

Yeah, I said I hide behind a mask

Try to find the lighter side of writing 'bout the past

Lookin' at the stars, lying on the grass

And cooking up them bars when I'm high enough to gas

I fall for girls that's taken

Swooping relations on the verge of breaking

Wonder if my turns worth the wait

When the search don't work and the flirts is vacant

[Hook]

It's a piece of paper that you got paying for school

Look at your feet and wonder who made your shoes

The feeling in your tummy knowing money made the moves

But nah, this ain't the blues - Na-uh, it ain't the blues

It's knowing that you're going nowhere paying dues

And thinking that ya ma dukes ashamed of you

Knowing that someone you trusted just been playing you

But nah, this ain't the blues - Na-uh, it ain't the blues

[Verse 2]

Nah, it's something much deeper

You wanna fall in love but know lust is just cheaper

Cut it up, bust a nut and just leave her

You fuckin' up, know you're running from keepers

I spend a lot of time in my cave now, worried that the drum breaks might lead to break downs

Venting? on a song that's never ending

Lifting up the pen and pretending, I'm picking up the pace now

But what's the point of runnin' faster - if you're only runnin' laps

You're so concerned about staying on the track you forget the finish line's the starting point you're coming back to

So now I keep it how the crow flies

Cause road signs never point to gold mines

And closed eyes don't enjoy the whole ride

Bundle for a cold night, buckle up and hold tight

[Hook]

It's a piece of paper that you got paying for school

Look at your feet and wonder who made your shoes

The feeling in your tummy knowing money made the moves

But nah, this ain't the blues - Na-uh, it ain't the blues

It's knowing that you're going nowhere, paying dues

And thinking that ya ma dukes ashamed of you

Knowing that someone you trusted just be playing you

But nah, this ain't the blues - Na-uh, it ain't the blues

[Verse 3]

Yo

Money comes and goes

But If it goes before it comes should you know your role, own your soul or go and load your gun

Never yell, but never hold your tongue

And never listen to the tall tales them other soldiers spun

The truth has a few different shades

Believablilty belongs to who's getting paid

I didn't know the rules, I was new to the game

'til you snapped your foul fingers and the crew shifted ways

Man, I was a fool to the end when

I understood you embodied rule number seven

I did the work - you took the credit

You played the game smarter man that's cool; I accept it

But don't be out smearing my name while

You step on people'ss backs to get yourself paid pal

Fuck around and get laid out. Ignore me when you see me - stay away with your fake smile