Bruise Brothers
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โฑ๏ธ 2:54 duration
๐ ID: 230919
๐ Lyrics
The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
And my father plus the scholars that we be,
The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
I want to be the conduit movin' the music among the masses
Hit the spot rock upon sight like Medusa as the true surpass the wicked
Used to sneak in shows without a ticket
'Till I slowly got familiar with the local promoters
Hopin' to blow, focused on the open mic
Not claimin' to be the dopest I just want to be noticed
To find producers in the circuit to work with,
For certain it was hurtin' at first fuckin' with studio virgins
To purge the wack, I download the upgraded version
Now performin our percussions
Constructed up by the Persian beatmaker extraordinaire
You talk about the journey but we're takin' it there
Payin' a fare, say it again said
The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
And my father plus the scholars that we be
The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
The blue is for the water and sky
In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness
The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded
That the body isn't made to be timeless
The blue is for the ocean we cross to foreign lands
Where we work with our hands, and home is where we stand
Where the poetry swims, in the lunacy of moonshine light
Reflected right upon the surface of skin
Verses burst out the pen, like it hurt not to be written
You immature amateur biters are copy kittens
In the coffee shop kids are spitting individualistic
Petty bourgeois pseudo revolutionary bullshit
Don't miss this resistance is more than just a fist in a wristband
And incense, that won't make you free, fuck a bachelor's degree
I'd much rather defeat the evil thieves in my scenery
Seemingly detached
Indeed as we proceed to see the heathen meet his match
And everything not givin' up, we take it back
I bleed upon a track, my verse written in red
The blue is for the balance, yes and everything I said, I said
The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
And my father plus the scholars that we be
The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
The blue is for the water and sky
In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness
The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded
That the body isn't made to be timeless
It isn't made to be timeless
This body, these hands, we work with
On the surface of skin, diggin' deeper
The blue is for the collar
The blue is for the water
The blue is... is everything
The blue is black
The blue is white
The blue is my own
And my father plus the scholars that we be,
The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
I want to be the conduit movin' the music among the masses
Hit the spot rock upon sight like Medusa as the true surpass the wicked
Used to sneak in shows without a ticket
'Till I slowly got familiar with the local promoters
Hopin' to blow, focused on the open mic
Not claimin' to be the dopest I just want to be noticed
To find producers in the circuit to work with,
For certain it was hurtin' at first fuckin' with studio virgins
To purge the wack, I download the upgraded version
Now performin our percussions
Constructed up by the Persian beatmaker extraordinaire
You talk about the journey but we're takin' it there
Payin' a fare, say it again said
The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
And my father plus the scholars that we be
The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
The blue is for the water and sky
In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness
The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded
That the body isn't made to be timeless
The blue is for the ocean we cross to foreign lands
Where we work with our hands, and home is where we stand
Where the poetry swims, in the lunacy of moonshine light
Reflected right upon the surface of skin
Verses burst out the pen, like it hurt not to be written
You immature amateur biters are copy kittens
In the coffee shop kids are spitting individualistic
Petty bourgeois pseudo revolutionary bullshit
Don't miss this resistance is more than just a fist in a wristband
And incense, that won't make you free, fuck a bachelor's degree
I'd much rather defeat the evil thieves in my scenery
Seemingly detached
Indeed as we proceed to see the heathen meet his match
And everything not givin' up, we take it back
I bleed upon a track, my verse written in red
The blue is for the balance, yes and everything I said, I said
The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
And my father plus the scholars that we be
The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
The blue is for the water and sky
In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness
The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded
That the body isn't made to be timeless
It isn't made to be timeless
This body, these hands, we work with
On the surface of skin, diggin' deeper
The blue is for the collar
The blue is for the water
The blue is... is everything
The blue is black
The blue is white
The blue is my own
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.66] The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
[00:05.35] And my father plus the scholars that we be,
[00:07.16] The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
[00:09.82] Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
[00:12.55] I want to be the conduit movin' the music among the masses
[00:16.13] Hit the spot rock upon sight like Medusa as the true surpass the wicked
[00:20.52] Used to sneak in shows without a ticket
[00:23.24] 'Till I slowly got familiar with the local promoters
[00:25.00] Hopin' to blow, focused on the open mic
[00:27.70] Not claimin' to be the dopest I just want to be noticed
[00:30.41] To find producers in the circuit to work with,
[00:32.23] For certain it was hurtin' at first fuckin' with studio virgins
[00:35.83] To purge the wack, I download the upgraded version
[00:38.59] Now performin our percussions
[00:40.38] Constructed up by the Persian beatmaker extraordinaire
[00:42.17] You talk about the journey but we're takin' it there
[00:44.85] Payin' a fare, say it again said
[00:47.60] The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
[00:50.33] And my father plus the scholars that we be
[00:52.14] The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
[00:54.86] Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
[00:57.59] The blue is for the water and sky
[00:59.38] In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness
[01:02.90] The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded
[01:06.60] That the body isn't made to be timeless
[01:10.27] The blue is for the ocean we cross to foreign lands
[01:12.04] Where we work with our hands, and home is where we stand
[01:15.69] Where the poetry swims, in the lunacy of moonshine light
[01:18.49] Reflected right upon the surface of skin
[01:21.04] Verses burst out the pen, like it hurt not to be written
[01:23.80] You immature amateur biters are copy kittens
[01:26.66] In the coffee shop kids are spitting individualistic
[01:29.39] Petty bourgeois pseudo revolutionary bullshit
[01:32.07] Don't miss this resistance is more than just a fist in a wristband
[01:35.69] And incense, that won't make you free, fuck a bachelor's degree
[01:39.24] I'd much rather defeat the evil thieves in my scenery
[01:41.90] Seemingly detached
[01:44.61] Indeed as we proceed to see the heathen meet his match
[01:46.49] And everything not givin' up, we take it back
[01:49.11] I bleed upon a track, my verse written in red
[01:51.92] The blue is for the balance, yes and everything I said, I said
[01:54.60] The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
[01:57.33] And my father plus the scholars that we be
[02:00.05] The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
[02:02.70] Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
[02:05.42] The blue is for the water and sky
[02:07.22] In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness
[02:10.85] The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded
[02:14.42] That the body isn't made to be timeless
[02:18.06] It isn't made to be timeless
[02:19.80] This body, these hands, we work with
[02:21.69] On the surface of skin, diggin' deeper
[02:25.25] The blue is for the collar
[02:28.98] The blue is for the water
[02:29.89] The blue is... is everything
[02:34.35] The blue is black
[02:37.94] The blue is white
[02:39.74] The blue is my own
[02:43.34]
[00:05.35] And my father plus the scholars that we be,
[00:07.16] The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
[00:09.82] Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
[00:12.55] I want to be the conduit movin' the music among the masses
[00:16.13] Hit the spot rock upon sight like Medusa as the true surpass the wicked
[00:20.52] Used to sneak in shows without a ticket
[00:23.24] 'Till I slowly got familiar with the local promoters
[00:25.00] Hopin' to blow, focused on the open mic
[00:27.70] Not claimin' to be the dopest I just want to be noticed
[00:30.41] To find producers in the circuit to work with,
[00:32.23] For certain it was hurtin' at first fuckin' with studio virgins
[00:35.83] To purge the wack, I download the upgraded version
[00:38.59] Now performin our percussions
[00:40.38] Constructed up by the Persian beatmaker extraordinaire
[00:42.17] You talk about the journey but we're takin' it there
[00:44.85] Payin' a fare, say it again said
[00:47.60] The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
[00:50.33] And my father plus the scholars that we be
[00:52.14] The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
[00:54.86] Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
[00:57.59] The blue is for the water and sky
[00:59.38] In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness
[01:02.90] The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded
[01:06.60] That the body isn't made to be timeless
[01:10.27] The blue is for the ocean we cross to foreign lands
[01:12.04] Where we work with our hands, and home is where we stand
[01:15.69] Where the poetry swims, in the lunacy of moonshine light
[01:18.49] Reflected right upon the surface of skin
[01:21.04] Verses burst out the pen, like it hurt not to be written
[01:23.80] You immature amateur biters are copy kittens
[01:26.66] In the coffee shop kids are spitting individualistic
[01:29.39] Petty bourgeois pseudo revolutionary bullshit
[01:32.07] Don't miss this resistance is more than just a fist in a wristband
[01:35.69] And incense, that won't make you free, fuck a bachelor's degree
[01:39.24] I'd much rather defeat the evil thieves in my scenery
[01:41.90] Seemingly detached
[01:44.61] Indeed as we proceed to see the heathen meet his match
[01:46.49] And everything not givin' up, we take it back
[01:49.11] I bleed upon a track, my verse written in red
[01:51.92] The blue is for the balance, yes and everything I said, I said
[01:54.60] The blue is for the color of the collar of my mother
[01:57.33] And my father plus the scholars that we be
[02:00.05] The blue is for the night time mood-swingin' tune
[02:02.70] Of every blues man singin' what it's like to not be free
[02:05.42] The blue is for the water and sky
[02:07.22] In the middle of the fire I burn to find the light in the darkness
[02:10.85] The blue is for the color of the bruise we use to be reminded
[02:14.42] That the body isn't made to be timeless
[02:18.06] It isn't made to be timeless
[02:19.80] This body, these hands, we work with
[02:21.69] On the surface of skin, diggin' deeper
[02:25.25] The blue is for the collar
[02:28.98] The blue is for the water
[02:29.89] The blue is... is everything
[02:34.35] The blue is black
[02:37.94] The blue is white
[02:39.74] The blue is my own
[02:43.34]