The Man in Blue

[Verse 1]
Used to rap in I
Used to rap about mine and my my my
Oh my god, he felt fly
Oh my god, he died and fell off a cliffside
Now it’s just a cliff, gas back passing out laughs
Used to live in Milwaukee town and then he moved to Biddeford
So now I’m out in Maine and don’t really listen much to all these other listeners
I just keep it to myself
Getting good sleep for my health helps keeping it discreet with criminal stealth
Wealth is not an issue right now ‘cause I’m with the homie Milo and I wish him well
Well, well, well, you’d like to be a rapper yourself, a blabbermouth on the shelf like that dream that you had
Folks come and go like fiends or a new fad
Bedazzled that LL Bean or a toucan
Can do only cumin
Coriander, cayenne pepper and add cumin
I’ve grown wary of the helping hand, the selfish man, the preacher from a gospel called clueless
From a gospel called clueless
As in your words mean shit to me
Gospel called clueless
So I’m locked up in the bedroom with Mark and Mark’s machine, listening to whispers like life, life
Is that you there with the flicker of a smile?
You’ve got me riled up, I haven’t seen you in a while
I see, I did this to myself
Harangue my own ways, I guess I didn’t need your help
What’s that?
The other side’s just another side?
You mean to say another life’s right in front of mine?
You woulda fronted with a little less punch of my laidback rival coming bike open wide stomach side?

(Cool it, bro...)

[Bridge]
I love you
I love you
You don’t need shit
You don’t, don’t need shit right now
You don’t need shit right now
I don’t need shit right now
I don’t need shit right now

[Verse 2]
I keep forgetting ‘bout the breathing
You remember better even though your heart’s no longer beating
You used to tell me that the days are just repeating and everybody’s waiting from afraid what they believe in
Afraid that they believe in something fake and waste an evening
Like we’d rather waste away than take a chance and make a meaning
On the way we’re supposed to mourn, smile, birth as Christmas Eve and even if it means we’ll never get to see what lays beneath it
Meanwhile, I’m like ‘I don’t need shit from y’all’
I don’t need shit from you
I don’t need shit from you
I don’t need shit from you
I don’t need shit from you
I don’t need shit from you