[Intro]

Do you know what blues is? (Do you know what blues is?)

Do you know what blues is? (Do you know what blues is?)

Ask yourself. (Ask yourself.)

Yeah

[Verse 1]

The best blues are born

In the eyes of a storm

Warm and subtle

Reformed by reflections in puddles

Performed with inflections

Always from the heart

Executed with imperfections

I'm an anti-perfectionist, anti-directionist

I'm a Lauryn Hill Miseducation-ist

Always for the protagonist

Not for the faint-hearted

Stained, spray-painted, scarred, and scattered

Leaving my soul marred and battered

The best blues are born

In the heart of the deformed

Until said uniqueness is no longer weakness

But beautiful and real

To remedy and heal is noble

To feel pain is global

What burning, toxic, hatred, shots to the head

Leaves in autumn falling dead

But be hopeful, soulful

So, have you anyone to text on the bus anymore?

Have three texts on the bus before?

No, they want to see if I'm gonna keep transcribing

No exercising, just rhyming

Flying on wings of angels at all different types of angles

Different strokes for every different spoke of mind

Dios mio

We still real

For every one who spoke from their heart

There are far to many who spoke from the dark

Creep on player, creep on

And off of the chart

But my clear eyes have never been fear eyes

Furious eyes, a flurry of lies

A judge saw a couple "cross my heart and hope to die"s

Blurry reasons are dry enough to wet her eyes

I'm generally tired

My wheels are general tires

Worn down from dragging my feet down sidewalks

Never always been about what's right

Let instinct guide you through violent nights

Fight or flight has become my plight

Hello Darkness, my old friend

I've come to learn from you again

I've come to burn from sin

And make another woman cry

Please try and understand

Please don't let her hurt no mo'

No mo' better blues

My life is in slow mo'

So you can get better views

More clues into who you think I am

She says she, "just doesn't know anymore"

I can't explain, only confused

She's incendiary, a loose fuse

I lose all cools, miss my cues

No amount of "I love you"s, no remember laying next to yous

No accounts of pleases, no chess games, no cool breezes

No memories of feelings, only concrete ceilings

Up, up, up

And then back, back, down

No mountain high enough

No river wide enough filled with reasons

No matter how much I Crazy-Glue together pieces of me and you

Or what you wish we could be

In the end there's no mo' better blues than

You and me

No mo' better blues than

You and me

No mo' better blues