BlUezZz (feat. LeMind)

Yeah, we got the blues so we screamin' "f*ck 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, f*ck 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' "f*ck 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' "f*ck 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' "f*ck 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 F*ck 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' "f*ck 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' "f*ck 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' "f*ck 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