Hues Lyrics – Mamadou.
Singer: Mamadou.
Title: Hues
Yeah, I’m sorry, Lord
Maybe I’ll find my way, I pray inshallah
And roamin’ through this world, I’m feelin’ so lost
What am I to do? [Ooh-ooh
And I be roamin’ ‘cross the city where the cool devils hang
Bro, let those booms ricochet
Jazz June, they sin blue, we escape through alleyways
Hope I get back to you
Uh, Allah sübhanallah wa ta’ala
Qur’an pages laced in dollars
Corporates profit steps to guidance
Tax me on my way to Zion
Lace my foot, soles like the prophet
Aspire to cast away to stars
Don’t wanna slip and land on life’s soffit
Feelin’ the feelin’ of pressure
Bloomberg suit and tie
To mama’s eyes, I wanna impress her
Timid ’cause I’m livid in the civic of my shadows
Windows tinted with my vest up
I sinned three times, astaghfirullah
Hope housin’ waters wash me dry
Paint me right
Poems in project buildings for my mama
Though the taboo’s in my name
Will she stay with me? [Stay
I paint the silhouettes on the ceilin’
The fundamentals of my homeland
Though the stigmas in my tempos will make them hate on me [Hate
They don’t understand my riffs
Oh Lord, Lord, why you gave this gift?
‘Cause now you put my #ss at risk
Forcin’ this fate on me
And Lord, Lord, guide me on this ship
I feel lost up in this shift
The lane poison on my skin
Yo, why you pave this for me?
Somebody pray for me [Somebody pray for me]
I’m sorry, Lord
Maybe I’ll find my way, I pray inshallah
And roamin’ through this world, I’m feelin’ so lost
What am I to do? [Ooh-ooh
And I be roamin’ ‘cross the city where the cool devils hang
Bro, let those booms ricochet
Jazz June, they sin blue, we escape through alleyways
Hope I get back to you [You, you, you]
And, baby me, I used to rub my little hands in housin’ water
Hope Allah would come to emerge from the mud
Age eight, 4’11
Blue Bazins, I made salat and He bestowed
Two silver keys to reach my family above
I reached the boulevard in Heaven where my grandmama lay
Grandpapa stay
Compute my art as codes to the gate
Doors wouldn’t let me in
Lineal angels whisper, they lament the seeds they buried
And my tears now trickle down the staircase [Trickle down the staircase
Back into abyss, I brace this cold world
I make up battle cries up in my thoughts
Up where my shadows cry
My mama think her son’s in the dust
A song poet, forgive his lonely soul, uh
And to bless my heart for what they claim
I don’t know
I’m prayin’ for my loved ones
To understand that these poems are native to me
Pen’s in Wright directions
Man, I feel like it’s Native Son
Maybe I’m right, maybe the path that I’m on is wrong
That’s why pray to you, hey
I’m sorry, Lord
Maybe I’ll find my way, I pray inshallah
And roamin’ through this world, I’m feelin’ so lost
What am I to do? [Ooh-ooh
And I be roamin’ ‘cross the city where the cool devils hang
Bro, let those booms ricochet
Jazz June, they sin blue, we escape through alleyways
Hope I get back to you [You, you, you]
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