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Albums:

We Love You Bobby: A Tribute To Bobby Bland (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Bobby "Blue" Bland (Bobby "Blue" Bland) · Get on Down With Bobby Bland/Reflections in Blue (Bobby "Blue" Bland) · 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Bobby "Blue" Bland (Bobby "Blue" Bland) · The Best of Bobby "Blue" Bland [Universal] (Bobby "Blue" Bland) · The Best of Bobby Blue Bland, Vol. 2 (Bobby "Blue" Bland) · Angel in Anguish: The Deep, Deep Soul of Bobby Blue Bland (Bobby "Blue" Bland) · Best of B.B. King & Bobby Bland [Geffen] (B.B. King) · Legends of Soul, Feat. Bobby Bland, Tyrone Davis & Clarence Carter (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of Bobby Bland, B.B. King & Little Junior Parker (Bobby "Blue" Bland) – and 90 other albums »


Bring the troops in
I'll fuck around and let 'em loose then
We'll give 'em blues then
Oh fuck it, call me Bobby "Blue" Bland
Aye you a fool man
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
I'll only pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance, you won't sing
I just want to love you but you wanna wear my ring
Well there's nothing I can do
I
Strange Land Blues Trk 12 3:14
Walter Davis
(Walter Davis)
Walter Davis - vocal and piano
Chicago Tuesday September 1931
Album: Walter Davis First
to say
I'll only pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance, you won't sing
I just want to love you but you wanna wear my ring
Well there's nothing I
to say
I'll only pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance, you won't sing
I just want to love you but you wanna wear my ring
Well there's nothing I
Shine on like a rose at night

*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
I'll only pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance, you won't sing
I just want to love you but you wanna wear my ring
Well there's nothing I can do
I
but somehow I got by

Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance, you won't sing
I just want to love you
but you want to wear my ring
Well, there's nothing I can do
I only
you're hot.
[Producer 2:] Why would you want to make an album like this anyway?
[Barbra (sung):] Advancing art is easy.
[Producer 1:] I think we ought
return 
Once you have seen
The Shocking Pinks dancing to Bobby Brown

Segregation & Monochromatic schemes
Give way to saturation. I've got monkeys in
to say
I'll only pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance, you won't sing
I just want to love you but you wanna wear my ring
Well there's nothing I
I know that you think this song is for you
I used to long for you when you do you
My life was just fine way back before you
Now when you reach out I
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
to say
I'll only pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance, you won't sing
I just want to love you but you wanna wear my ring
Well there's nothing I
Closest I've ever been to meeting Jesus was when
Me and Bobby Penson put up our pink slips on Blue Hole road
Me needle's showing ninety, I flew
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
(The Divine Feminine)
Oh

Love
Love, love, love, love (sex)
Love, love, love, love (sex)
to say
I'll only pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance, you won't sing
I just want to love you but you wanna wear my ring
Well there's nothing I
to say
I'll only pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance, you won't sing
I just want to love you but you wanna wear my ring
Well there's nothing I
Another day, another day is passed
P-Town Ballers we was built to last
Another day, another day goes by
Sitten round the house hangin out ge'n high
Another
on my way to Savannah

My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
sign me
Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me
Backin' down boggins
Backin' down bitches
We gon' flip her once she off that