Lambo - U.S. Blues Lyrics

I'm just sitting back
And I keep my cool
Mind of my own
Ain't no f*cking rules
I do this shit alone
I got a lot to lose
With even more to gain
And even more to prove
But don't ignore the moves
Cause I got the juice
This shit hella cold
Like the morning news
Things are really sad
Time to hit the snooze
Now we sleeping on it
Call it U.S. Blues

Crime and violence
Running through the street
Tired of hearing shots
Ringing out through my beats
Time to chillax
And grab a f*cking seat
Cause things is outta hand
We don't want the end to meet
Yo it's all fun and games
Till you end up gone
Think about ya life
Waiting for you back at home
Say you in the zone
But you really just a pawn
Go ahead and try to
Make a move of your own

Yea things ain't really right
Can't be good when
The price is ya life
Ride the truth out
Just like it was a bike
Take my advice
Before I go and drop the mic
(Yea check it)

Don't fear being too bold
Sit back and watch
How your story unfolds
But problems ain't fixed
When there never even told
So don't let it bottle up
The shit will get old
(Real shit bro)

Crime and violence
Running through the street
Tired of hearing shots
Ringing out through my beats
Time to chillax
And grab a f*cking seat
Cause things is outta hand
We don't want the end to meet
Yo it's all fun and games
Till you end up gone
Think about ya life
Waiting for you back at home
Say you in the zone
But you really just a pawn
Go ahead and try to
Make a move of your own

The U.S. ice cold
Found that shit out
When I saw it as a whole
Time to start to realize
They some f*cking trolls
Don't care about us people
They just want the f*cking rolls
(F*ck you mean boy)

The system is corrupt
Taxing up the ass
Just to make some extra bucks
Time to play ya cards
While ya hoping for some luck
With me or you're not
But I don't really give a f*ck
(That's me though)

Heading up the road
Yea I gotta go
Ain't no time for trouble
That's a hella no
I got a way with words
Edgar Allen Poe
Here just take a seat
Sit back watch the show

Things are getting started
Oh I beg your pardon
See a flash of red
But it's not harden
With these hard times
Comes a new garden
Full of life and wisdom
It's ya life your bargain

Yea I'm bout to hit it
Yea we know you did it
Life ain't ours to take
So just stop and quit it
Look at what's at stake
Before you going with it
Learn from your mistakes
Don't become a digit

You a silly dude
Would of thought you know
Should of stopped sooner
And f*cking took the clues
Now your ass stuck
Like some super glue
That's some sad shit
Call it U.S. Blues

Crime and violence
Running through the street
Tired of hearing shots
Ringing out through my beats
Time to chillax
And grab a f*cking seat
Cause things is outta hand
We don't want the end to meet
Yo it's all fun and games
Till you end up gone
Think about ya life
Waiting for you back at home
Say you in the zone
But you really just a pawn
Go ahead and try to
Make a move of your own
(You can't)