Genie Midas, LeMind - BlUezZz Lyrics

Yeah, we got the blues so we screamin' "fuck the rules", yeah
Ayo Mind! What up?
'Sup brah?

I never knew what was the essence
All this rage built up in my adolescence
Plant a seed, watch it grow, not talking arborescence
Music brings me to life, like Evanescence
Coughin' on that green, lookin' out for the ekans
Lift off like a rocket, I see the stars dancin'
Why you stressin'? She heals me, she's my medecine
Get your vaccine, this virus done made me absent, fuck my accent
Have to ascent, somewhere in the present
Tired not to be present, didn't get no presents
Now I got the presence, sometimes life's not pleasant
A king, not a peasant
Smokin' all this weed, so I ain't trippin', man
Smokin' all this weed, got mama trippin', man
Baby asking for some space, I hope she trippin', man
Walk proud, watch my steps, there's no more trippin', man

Yeah, we got the blues, 'cause they treat us like some tools, man
See us as some fools, so we screamin' "fuck the rules", man
In this life with no clues, tryna keep our cools, man
And they can't walk in our shoes, man

Yeah, we got the blues, 'cause they treat us like some tools
See us as some fools, so we screamin' "fuck the rules"
In this life with no clues, tryna keep our cools
All they want is us to lose, hey they can't walk in our shoes
Yeah, we got the blues, 'cause they treat us like some tools
See us as some fools, so we screamin' "fuck the rules"
In this life with no clues, tryna keep our cools
All they want is us to lose, hey they can't walk in our shoes

Ces temps-ci j'ai les blues, c'est pas les victoires qui m'agite
À me saouler tous les jours vu qu'on ma dit d'croire c'qui est magique
Chu pris l'soir et j'pratique, devant l'miroir éclaté
Ça veut marcher dans mes shoes, sans savoir l'histoire qui m'habite
Mon ciel est gris, y m'a permit d'écrire chaque verse
J'écoute sans rien dire, ma vie s't'un film de Charlie Chaplin
Ces temps-ci j'marche seul, j'referme le cercueuil
Si j'avance sans la chance, c'est qu'mon trèfle a 5 feuilles
Stress le même deuil, on s'dirige pour une track
Une vie sans couleur, bébé, j'la dessine sur une toile
Un mal de vivre sur une page
On voulait r'tourner en arrière, tanné d'faire du surplace
La feuille est blanche, j'vas m'y faire
La route est longue quand t'avances en solitaire
Fuck une poignée d'main, j'ai l'coeur froid pis j'aime pas l'hiver
En fait, j'préfère la vie avec ma Colt 45

Yeah, we got the blues, 'cause they treat us like some tools, man
See us as some fools, so we screamin' "fuck the rules", man
In this life with no clues, tryna keep our cools, man
And they can't walk in our shoes, man

Yeah, we got the blues, 'cause they treat us like some tools
See us as some fools, so we screamin' "fuck the rules"
In this life with no clues, tryna keep our cools
All they want is us to lose, hey they can't walk in our shoes
Yeah, we got the blues, 'cause they treat us like some tools
See us as some fools, so we screamin' "fuck the rules"
In this life with no clues, tryna keep our cools
All they want is us to lose, hey they can't walk in our shoes

Yeah, we got the blues, man
Yeah, we got the blues, man