Blues Ruin Your Day (Ft. Chase Moore & Illmac)

[Verse 1: Illmac]
Ain't a bit sober, crack a lid open the zip full of that stiff odor
The comedown for that get over I'ma get over
Whip pull up, pack in it like a pistola on my hip holster, scrip po'ed up
Get control of my impulses I'm impulsive, Lord forgive me
When we touring cities, Portland's with me
I'm storing pennies saving for a Bentley
Poor and shifty pouring whisky, y'all ignore this, Jordan's history's
In me fortunately, now the benchwarmer's scoring 50
I, keep it a hundred though
My, pain's too, deep for the undertow
Light blues on me but I drink heavy, think brown I think Henny
Read your body language, that was green envy
Blackout, blackout like the nightfall
Grey sky, cherry Caddy on them white walls
Red cups, clear crystals on the OG
Roll green, lungs black from the smokescreen
Uh

[Chorus: Illmac]
I got these blues, got these blues
I don't got you but I got these blues, got these blues
I don't got you but I got these blues
I'm chasing green, this blunt is purple
This cup is pink, all I got's these blues
Got these blues yeah I got these blues
I don't got you but I got these blues, got these blues
I don't got you but I got these blues
I'm chasing green, this blunt is purple
This cup is pink, all I got's these blues, got these blues