Never Be Another Me

[Verse 1: Blu]

Yeah, never be another, yeah

Never be another, Yeah

I'm dope like, September ninth, midnight in N.Y

I reflect, blunt to the head before I close my eyes

And eject the stress I keep on my neck

And butcher beats that I chop

Like raw meat on these decks, yeah

And techniques, feels like I got my first piece yesterday

The way I can't stop cutting niggas like I'm Jenna  Haze

Pen in hand, eager like I'm finna blaze

Big bass banging out your speakers

Feel the waves

Ocean deep, Zissou on the beats

The flow is Jacques Cousteau on a boat

Let's roll, no leash, freedom of my youth

Used to preach, now I'm seeking the truth

Cut my roots to reboot

"Feels good to be you" he said to himself

"Mental note to your ego bro' you need some help"

I was stealth 'fore the buzz bubble back in the days

Now they're done with me, until the press is back in my face

But they can interview you, but, don't get confused

You're just like all the others

Because there'll never be another

[Refrain: Blu]

Never be another, Yeah

Some got juice, and others more loot

But, don't get confused

Now there'll never be another

Never be another

[Verse 2: Blu]

I used to wonder if somebody will remember me as John

When the smoke clears and the hype's all gone

Get my, throat clear fore the blunts start weighing in

And get my life right 'fore the money makes a difference

They think I got it now, so they looking at me different

I'm just getting used to it, cause I'm bound to get digits

It was in my Dad's wrist when he used it for pitching, in the kitchen with the [?]

Little air twitching

And my Grandmama bitching

I was minding my business, having fun

Just, finding my senses

Nowadays nothing makes sense, so stopped trying to make a difference

And appreciated life for what it is, listen

Guitars flip around the song that the humming birds

Whisper to me early this morn', they said.. "there'll never be another"

Listen

[Refrain: Blu]

Yeah

I see some rock jewels, and make plans with Jews

But ah, don't get confused

I'll tell you like my Mother

Never be another

[Verse 3: Blu]

Poetry that's a part of me, the heart of me jots

I rock beats to keep from artery clots

Straight up and down, I found an old scroll folded

In the pocket of my jacket that I wore the last time I saw me

Rap is not a hobby, or a job, or a sport. In short

It's 500 years, finally being free

Flying like a bird over sharks in the sea

Until I find me, this is how I spit