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Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
Flies by and fly away, and fly away
Goodbye

Ooh, in the vacuums of space
These feelings are erased
Ooh, without gravity

Ooh, in the vacuums of space
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
I got bills to pay, studez to rent
Girl problems plus an album due within nine days

Stress to the brain, mumsie's going through so much pain
Every
away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

I'm back my music tracks about
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say,
Everybody
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say hooooo-
is "Bond" like James, 

Niggas be tryin' to test but they "week" like 7 days. 

MC's run away when I kick it, they act so chicken 

They should
murder, it's foul murder 
Turkeys to cowburgers the code to I'll murder
Child if you style or wild splurge
Stay away OK, Mr Giles'll hurt you

I ain't
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
Prolly why promoters felt like we didn't deserve to get paid
We were loved by some hated by many
Years pass growing up now, we just met Benny
Fan base
well with the pen, now I'm sicker again
Y'all been waiting for this album to drop
And off the top like a pringle I been waiting to pop
It's my time,
know, we at the all-star game right now
Eyes closed (swish) shootin' fade aways from half-court
(Elbow in the rim and all that)
(Y'all still in
what?
Skirr donuts i`m (soooo serious)

(Mack 10)
I don`t talk about it
I be about it
I drive by
& bust heat about it
In the front page you`ll
in me vanishes

Verse 1:
First of all I was born under a bad sign, confinded to torcher
Never saw what life had to offer
Time slips away like pop
up the album and give it a try for once
And run and tell your homies that these motherfuckers will die for us
So many questions, fingers pointing for
house my bills,
These fuckers know the deal,
Cause they're all paid by me (tell me T)
I got my own money, and I
Ain't looking for no footballers
So if you
waitin' a long time 
for this muthafuckin' album to drop and I gotta send a couple shouts out to 
my muthafuckin' homies: Alex Abbiss, Billy Bill