MAYBE ONE DAY Lyrics (FEAT. BLACK SPADE) – BLU & EXILE

Yeah, you know business as usu', you know

Whole lot of unofficial shit to do

I handle stress and shit blues to whoever's amused

And spit truth 'til it lit up the booth

I'm like the kid with the chipped tooth split with, Bishop in Juice

Or like Don Juan Bishop how I'm flipping the truth

I pity them fools swoopin' through the city in jewels

Rented is use, in it for them Benjamins too

And so am I but why would I use it on fool's gold

When you know your true soul shines foolio

You didn't know, nobody told you better

Nobody ever told you you could be somebody ever

Nobody ever said it would be easy but jeez

I dream the pipe, scheming nightly on American cream

Still nobody believes, tryna get a free piece of these

These dreams we sell to these fiends and gel to these things

This, bling bling, sour cream on top of everything

You would never think that we needed sour cream

Like I don't know how I'm lean cause I love sour cream

Give me cheese, give me green, bread is all we need

Head is all I need, we've bled for all of these

Things and I think I'm a in a dream boat, floating upstream

Merrily, smoking on mary green leaves

And maybe one day, he will

Reign supreme and become a king

And one day, maybe she will

Rise again and become a queen

Yea, uh, part

Spark something up, top the hunger

Reflect when I was young and didn't have to spark nothing up

I wonder what it was that had me puffing blunts

Coughing my blood and guts up for a f__king buzz

Bugging out on the biz right when I got a buzz

Seeing God on green, they putting trust in bucks

F' the stress that comes with success

I was always depressed, the press was like f'k is up? (wassup!)

I said nothin' much, besides gas

She said yea, plus the sunshine, bask

Started fasting on life, peeping subtle stuff

I gave a bum a buck, watch the kids double dutch

Bus stop hops and train trips to mama's

With books dropping knowledge on lies that once covered us

Like we ain't land on Plymouth Rock, God summoned us

Block smugglers rise up from under the blue skies

Sunshine, what a day to take a walk in the rain

Wash the thoughts on your brain dry

Get lost for a change

Was hitting up ? for some change just to cope with my lame life

Putting rings on queens that I wouldn't wife

Pushing dreams on fiends with this wooden mic

And it seemed so extreme to be free

So I just adjusted to being me, truly

And maybe one day, he will

Reign supreme and become a king

And one day, maybe she will

Rise again and become a queen

On that new hype, talking like I grew like 7 inches

Yea, green vision

I make predictions on the state of spitting

Wack rappers will remain getting, a gang or riches, and lame b'ches

I'm in the game lane switching

Already late bruh, got no time to hit the brakes or the switches

Blaze off J's in the swishers

Tobacco's for wack folk though, my black hope used to whisper

Time was all up in my face, God listened

John bitching, my mom wishing, I stick with all the Christians

Sometimes I go to church and, toss my sins up at the altar

We all fall victim to systems, mine in this business

Figures in interviews, no time for interlude, sh' sh' screwed up

Can't even use a buck without feeling like a jerk

For what it's worth, I almost blew up but

I heard y'all, had to kick back, wipe my shirk off

Was on my ____ so tough, I could've jerked off

The old heads said watch the cursing

Losing work cause I'm thinking 'bout my first job serving…god every murnin' (morning)

Morning over urns With a burnt feeling thinking 'bout my friends a