Clues Blues - Jordan Rakei

Skeletons in my closet, dusting up the place

Hoes in my pocket, wrong past my mistake

Sneaking down the hallway, hot floor hot shoes

Finding out what’s wrong with her, finding out the truth

Messing with my conscience, hard act proof

Sick of all the nonsense

Sick of all the news

It’s not about the doctrine

It’s about those who choose

Blues clues, Blues clues

Blues clues, Blues clues

Blues clues, Blues clues

Blues clues, Blues clues

I wanna be your kiddy can explosive like I’m dynamite

Waiting for world to end

But that don’t keep me up at night

No stress, no pain, no cause, no same

No one to please, no time to waste

Just live it like, live it like you’re a god

Standing on the clouds, but torture not allowed

Just live it like, live it like you’re on mars

Staring at the sun, ‘cause that’s what we’ve become

Just live it like, live it like you’re a god

Standing on the clouds, but torture not allowed

Just live it like, live it like you’re on mars

Staring at the sun, ‘cause that’s what we’ve become

‘Cause that’s what we’ve become