Blues
• Written by Fiquo
//intro(jazzy mellow beat)
Blue like the sky,
Blue like the sea,
Blue like the only color you need see.
//verse 1(faster paced, similar vibe to "Alright" by kendrick)
(Fast paced jazzy beat)
I only see in black and white,
White,
White,
Positives might get ya,(small break)
call them one by one i'll get em.(small break)
Quickly before they set in.(small break)
Feeling like somebody sellin white dreams
To kids still learning life's themes,
And how they might win,
Even when lights dim
And hope's thin.
And dope sins.
Make peace seem boring.(make boring rhyme with sin)
I see all the good things without even looking, uh(medium break)
(Slower, more thoughtfull delivery)
Im blinded by the white light of hope.
Realism hanging on a rope,
A stain cleansed with million dollar soap
so don't tell me to close my eyes
'cause that might be the last thing i ever realize.("ever" emphesized)
(Beat continues)
//chorus(rhytmic, slow)
don't lie to me,
don't lie to me.(hmhmm)
Good or bad,
We pull through just don't,
lie to me,(not again, ohhh)
don't lie to me.
//beat switch, more dreamy
(Raspy voice singin)
I saw nights of black.
Where roses bloom.
So when there is space,
We do too.
//verse 2(still calm,
similar flow the the beginning of "shes mine part 2
Singing in the back like in the heart part 4)
I don't like this sh-(bleeped out)
Tired of the though guy -, wait.
(2 beat silence)
How many solutions to a formula?
How many exits in a cul de sac?
If we paint a tunnel does it bring us back?
Probably not,
Maybe it does:
Bring us into a reality where bricks are soft.
Where building don't crumble,
But fly under their own weight.
Till then let us wach the paint dry,
And make our way back home on a dirty ride.
//chorus(rhytmic, slow)
don't lie to me,
don't lie to me.
Good or bad,
We pull through just don't,
lie to me,
don't lie to me.
//outro(spoken word?)
When i came back home, i didn't remember the streets.
Colorless, lifeless, static reality.
This feeling is unmatched.
Live transmission catched all over the state.
Of "if John logie slept in 1928."
Heart beating,
Sleepy feet taking me to the gate.
Hand reaching looking for a familiar place.
Opening a door to the only family left.
My moral knew me best.
But when i look at her face its just...
Black and blue.(no white in sight(sung))
