Clues Blues Songtext
von 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