This is a song about "Blues mloveusic"

Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Twisted lyrics by these critics, and i'm playing my blues

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

For once my mind thought that i should go back in the blues..

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

So many would say you lose, let me investigate like blues clues,

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues