Amnesia

[Intro: Blu]

How does this shit go?

Yeah

[Verse 1: Blu]

I used to have, peace, serenity, teaching divinity

Break bread, sipping the blood, eating with enemies

Blind, Pearl on my mind thinking we finna be

This, that, and the third, boy, did I learn, tables turn

Billie Holiday burned down to play

When my nerves drowned my focus away

Swerving in the locomotive, far from my hopes and motives

Back to boastin' at shows to get a standin' O

From all the fans I know on some of that

Sapphire rapid fire soul stuff I used to hit 'em off with

But now I'm on some ol' "pay the toll" for the way I played the role

Cautious when I lace a flow 'cause

Po's think I'm painting codes, patience grown thin

Home sick and haven't been home since

Fuck a rapper, I'm an actor in a film called:

Leave Me The Fuck Alone 'til I Find A Real Job

Busting chrome grills off at these soft-hearted breakbeats

Bouncin' with 808's and gray ink

Blue heart, red skies

True art died in the heart of my mind

Kept trying to fulfill this blank script with realness

Even if it kills this poet inside

[Hook: Blu]

Am I blue?

Am I blue?

Ain't these tears in my eyes telling you?

Aight, aight, aight, let's see

[Verse 2: Blu]

Used to speak, sweet with sympathy, tease to mimic me

Sunshine every line you ever sent to me

Heaven sent, heavenly scent that later crippled me

Shit, Simple men don't learn, where was your empathy?

Couldn't see the fork in the road, kept straight forward

Straight towards a humble abode we both hate more

Now that I fumbled and folded that open letter, said

"Dead men walkin' don't dream"

You taped yours, and you told me I could rent it

Thought it was invented for my viewing pleasure, human error

The apprentice turned teacher, preacher turned God

Couldn't reach ya, just a façade, the main feature

Modified for blogs, podcast the past

Hi-definition, she laughed, pass the message

Now I'm guessin' that the jokes on me 'cause I'm the only one threatened

The wretched by the windows sketchin'

Pencil mural of the method, don't sweat it

Techniques turnin', burnin' incense

Listening to Billie burn my intent

Definitive days that turn my nights to fiction

Friction-less, just a pen tryna pimp this stress

'Cause I couldn't keep a lid on my life

Naïve is the dry leaves on the ground, lookin' past the tree

To the blue sky askin' "Why me?"

[Hook]

Am I blue?

Am I blue?

Ain't these tears in my eyes telling you?

[Outro]

Maybe if I were happier, my hair wouldn’t be falling out

Life is short, I need to make the most of it

Today is the first day of the rest of my life

I need to turn my life around

What do I need to do? I need to fall in love

I need to have a girlfriend

Just be real, confident

Isn’t that what women are attracted to?

Oh yeah

How do you know that?

Just fix it, sir, haha