Little Blue

I’ve hit rock bottom
I’ve hit my soul
Old and feeling alone
Carry this stone
Carry this stone
Grown
Alone and I moan
Expect the known
It’s so far, it’s so far
It’s so far away from wealth
Away from health
Away from everything
Measuring, severing, leveraging
Our time for a memory
Dismembering a synapse
(Get it? Ugh)
Time lapse perhaps
If we go now
Left my heart on the.
Left my heart on Cupid’s crucifix
Money in the bag
Body in the bed
Oh my good, oh my bad
Loved it so much, I never hit it twice though
Pop pop cornrows and a bible
To be honest
I can’t be my honest with my self
To be honest
We’re not in Kansas anymore
Started out with a kiss now she wants more
Slime floor and it looks like a thunderstorm
We’re in for it
Been cold since the Cold War
Looking worse than 84
Lil piggy with the more, more, more
Free me, what’d you do that for?
My time, my time
Ain’t worth a dime
So I’m, so I’m
A slave from 9 to 5
We gotta get outta this place
If it’s the last thing we ever do
We gotta get outta this place
Girl, there’s a better life for me and you