P34CE - Blue$ lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, I'm in the booth, I only speak what's real in here Only 18, and already a millionaire That's the truth, if you remove all your stereotypes And I never got onto your stereo hype Cause I don't write what the stereo like But still got paid for my sh**, and that was memorable So I guess my n***a, I'm professional And yeah i f**ed the world, but that p**y wasn't pleasurable Just tryna rack them greens like a farmer with 'em vegetables But I can't say that, cause them 100 dollar bills are f**ing blue Cause they don't buy happiness they just buy the f**ing blues And that's motherf**ing true [Verse 2] I said, I f** with that Homies on them bucket hats Just like Q f** the technicalities, cause inside i'm like you Whether or not I like you n***a walking back from high school Get pumped lead, cause he ain't a white fool Sounds exaggerated huh? n***a, but it's quite true And I don't drink, cause liquor won't k** the pain the way a pipe do A wooden one Full of Buddha buds Nothing processed unnaturally But maybe I'm still k**ing myself and that's the f**ing technicality Like why shoot yourself with a silenced gun Cause either way you'll be dead when the sirens come 100 dollar bills are f**ing blue Cause they don't buy happiness they just buy the f**ing blues [Verse 3] And tell santa, that weed is on my wishlist for Christmas And I'm behind these bars, like i'm bar-tending to all my listeners Or like a prisoner Who got a pen and pad as his only visitor This is just a note to self A n***a cannot die on the road to hell Nor can I die broke as hell I can't die with a pack of dope to sell And I can't die 'till the world thinks i'm f**ing dope as hell And there ain't no right or wrong But I like to right my wrongs When I f**ing write my songs After I light my bong And my nights are long Caused by graphic dreams Of f*ggy teens In baggy jeans So i'm finna cover the cover of that magazine with magazines Then kick back and spark up this magic tree Cause I done have the f**ing worst stress Feeling worthless Been shat on like a birds nest That is why I burn cess Like a f**ing furnace 'Till i'm pa**ed out in the back seat Of a taxi With my n***a Max. E Never f**ing rap on them dance beats Keep it one hunnit, and I f**ing run it like an athlete