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from Bobby Bland recording
Further on up the road, when you're all alone and blue
Further on up the road, when you're all alone and blue
You're gonna

Easy Bake

Jay Rock

90059

2015

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

you get high by the gram (Sinatra)
While you smoke to this
Reminisce when I wrote to this
Up-and-comers take note to this
We get it done on tour,

on the gas
Twelve catching up
I'm gon floor it
I grabbed the bull
By it's thorns now I'm soaring
I'm going so fast
Ain't slowing down I see the improvement
I

Tony Montana
Maison Margiela boot right up in Manor
Wiz Khalifa da reefer, smoke by the pound
Drunk on Juicy J like I'm on the brown
Touching that

Matthew, AJ
Frank Smart and Natasha
Give it up for the ones that's gone
Not forgotten
I'ma keep it going, they feel me stopping
Tony Robinson, Eric Hill, Mya

said the ones you cherish don’t burn the bridge
Need a li'l cream needa li'l sugar
Surviving elm street waking up to morning blues
Fading from a dream

the positives, we don't care for toxic hate
This career has got a road, I say that it's God's path
Look up to the sky, that's the home for all the haloed angels

bottles
I'm surrounded by the models
When I come to town they give me all love
I get these dogs down with they paws up
Selling out shows
Different city

No Favors

Big Sean

I Decided.

2017

where they need a handout
But they tell you put hands up
Only deals I have is from the Sam's Club
Now it's blue blood in my veins
So you know where I

Yea
Panoramic views, elephant print on my shoes and
Rooted in the blues, ridin' bumpin' bobby blue bland
Ain't nobody trippin', look that money

buy as many as I can
I'm a tried and true blue Southern Gospel fan

What a beautiful day
For a Southern Gospel song
Like Had It Not Been'
Or Farther

not even debatable
I'm gettin' so rich, my music's not even relatable
I blow a head up, it's an inflatable
Baby blue G class, I feel like a kid again

I met a sailor girl by the name of Bobby Lee
We sat and talked about life
And the lessons of the sea
She told me the story of
How the sand came to be

when they asked us where we came from
Chicago commit to never getting that confused
Grandma Mary played her records loud listening to blues
Bobby Blue

Pops told baby boy you up next
Yeah she wanna ball with a star
She telling me she in love with a star
Came from the streets but I gotta go farther
Bags

my plug was jemery lin
Mike Bibby ot they driving passed the Tenn
They just tryna get them blues off Bobby bland
Duke was slidin base but he aint make

the same old thing
Know you just can't sing your blues away
There's dues you know you're gonna have to pay

Too many bridges, too many roads
Too much

Juro - Thot Phatty (Produced by Infinitee)


De lo Mio.
Que lo Que.
Yo! 

[Chorus - Juro]

Thot Phatty, Your body
Mighty a hot like a tamale,
Lotti

and his hard, blue 
armada shows up all over the world to scare  
the shit out of people, blowing people's shit 
up, blowing people up and shit, like our

like SK why u cocky
Come in with the pump I make him pump his breaks not talking Bobby

On my mob shit to his head I hold the shotty
Road rage in

Just hopped up out the new whip deuces
Leaving with a new bitch
Too lit/ Coup sick/ Nigga living ruthless
True shit/ Hoov Crip/ Even got a blue pit

Next Generation

Scarface

The Preacher's Son [Bonus DVD]

2003

to love and I never knew my papi
Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin
Used to sing don't worry, be happy
Lord how can I be happy
When I don't even know my

never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade 
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled