Donnie Trumpet - No Mo Better Blues lyrics

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Donnie Trumpet - No Mo Better Blues lyrics

[Intro] Do you know what blues is? (Do you know what blues is?) Do you know what blues is? (Do you know what blues is?) Ask yourself. (Ask yourself.) Yeah [Verse 1] The best blues are born In the eyes of a storm Warm and subtle Reformed by reflections in puddles Performed with inflections Always from the heart Executed with imperfections I'm an anti-perfectionist, anti-directionist I'm a Lauryn Hill Miseducation-ist Always for the protagonist Not for the faint-hearted Stained, spray-painted, scarred, and scattered Leaving my soul marred and battered The best blues are born In the heart of the deformed Until said uniqueness is no longer weakness But beautiful and real To remedy and heal is noble To feel pain is global What burning, toxic, hatred, shots to the head Leaves in autumn falling dead But be hopeful, soulful So, have you anyone to text on the bus anymore? Have three texts on the bus before? No, they want to see if I'm gonna keep transcribing No exercising, just rhyming Flying on wings of angels at all different types of angles Different strokes for every different spoke of mind Dios mio We still real For every one who spoke from their heart There are far to many who spoke from the dark Creep on player, creep on And off of the chart But my clear eyes have never been fear eyes Furious eyes, a flurry of lies A judge saw a couple "cross my heart and hope to die"s Blurry reasons are dry enough to wet her eyes I'm generally tired My wheels are general tires Worn down from dragging my feet down sidewalks Never always been about what's right Let instinct guide you through violent nights Fight or flight has become my plight Hello Darkness, my old friend I've come to learn from you again I've come to burn from sin And make another woman cry Please try and understand Please don't let her hurt no mo' No mo' better blues My life is in slow mo' So you can get better views More clues into who you think I am She says she, "just doesn't know anymore" I can't explain, only confused She's incendiary, a loose fuse I lose all cools, miss my cues No amount of "I love you"s, no remember laying next to yous No accounts of pleases, no chess games, no cool breezes No memories of feelings, only concrete ceilings Up, up, up And then back, back, down No mountain high enough No river wide enough filled with reasons No matter how much I Crazy-Glue together pieces of me and you Or what you wish we could be In the end there's no mo' better blues than You and me No mo' better blues than You and me No mo' better blues