
Blue Ballpoint Truth
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- mashup
- funk/soul
- funk
- trap
- dark
- drum and bass
- aggressive
- raw
- bass
- 2000s
Lyrics
Verse 1
Caught the last train down the quiet line
Felt the city slip away behind
Pockets full of borrowed time
Nothing left for me to find
Prepaid cards and paper thin
Walls I built up from within
If I told you where I've been
You'd never let me in again
Pre-Chorus
So I trace the cracks across the tile
Count the reasons to stay a while
Leave my name on every door
Then I'm gone before the morning's sure
Chorus
Let it ride
Let it burn slow
I'm the tide that never knows
Which way home goes
Let it ride
Watch it fade
I made peace with the escape
It's the price I pay
Verse 2
Junk drawer feelings packed in shoebox pride
Every trophy that I never tried
Golden letters left to dry outside
Cards I dealt when I was told to hide
Shoeshine Sundays on a borrowed stoop
Kissing frost off the window loop
If I gave you all the proof
Would you see the boy beneath the roof
Pre-Chorus
So I fold my hands inside my coat
Every lesson I was forced to note
Leave my compass on the shelf
I became the weight I carried myself
Chorus
Let it ride
Let it burn slow
I'm the tide that never knows
Which way home goes
Let it ride
Watch it fade
I made peace with the escape
It's the price I pay
Bridge
I wrote my truth in blue ballpoint
On napkins that I'd fold and keep
A map of all the places I destroyed
And all the ones I'd weep
Chorus
Let it ride
Let it burn slow
I'm the tide that never knows
Which way home goes
Let it ride
Watch it fade
I made peace with the escape
It's the price I pay
Outro
Mm
Mm-hmm
Let it ride
Mm
Let it ride
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