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Albums:

Get on Down With Bobby Bland/Reflections in Blue (Bobby "Blue" Bland) · 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) · 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 there ain't no goin' back
Rodeo girl
Saddle up
There's no more credit in this bank
Try your luck
Up in the East
Down in the West
Hold on tight
sucked, when I pull out the Bent'
These hoes jockin me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe! Like Bobby Brown and Whitney

Life is a game
featuring Angel Cake 



c'mon Bobby  turn off that loud shit 

Damn  I want to hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you 

You know
She's blue under red lights,
Drowning in a dive bar.
She's framed in the window
With two of her friends.

Mixed drinks and pop songs
And bland
Partners confused (the mouse raps when they lose)
Partners is soggy they waterheads like Bobby
Partners is mildew that's right
Partners confused
perhaps, perchance, be Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat on the river goin' slow
A cement bag, it is dropping down
Yeah, the cement is just for the weight,
Coltrane and her cosmic strains
Still no vocal on blue black horizons

Your plasticity is tested by a formless assault
The sun can answer questions in
Like a freight train out of the blue
Nothin's gonna slow me down
Wound up so tight I'm smoking
Baby just a thinking 'bout you
Nothin's gonna slow me
Well I'm goin' down slow
Got those Ecological Blues.


Come on hit it!


Well it's down by the ocean
I like diggin' by the sea
I caught myself one dead
Bobby Brown and Whitney

[8 Ball]
Life is a game of inches
You move up little by little to the fame and riches
Life be a game and a broad of visions
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 looking funny in
I'm walkin' through the summer nights
Jukebox playing low
Yesterday everything was goin' too fast
Today it's moving too slow

I got no place
Early this mornin' I was washin' my face 
Thinkin' รข??bout goin' to town 
Sick and tired of hangin' around this place 
Waitin' on the blues
that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before..
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready
So +Hungry+, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight
Fast break out, with the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments
Un-proudly in the church
By: jimmy buffett
1980
This song is for billy clyde tuggel. I hope you make it to tahiti one day.
-- spoken:
"play ball!! (one, two, three, four)"
Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit
Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch
Strictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit me
Whole
Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin like some hood shit

Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin like a good bitch
Strictly, if I'm goin down, she
And only present I'm dealin with is now 
The supreme slayer, I wrote the book of Isaih 
Layin bodies down by the layer 
Burn em before the assembly
that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before..
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready
now! Slow down, switch it up
Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here we come)
Full countdown, from the sky to the ground
Sippin Alize,
up
Get inflicted by my verbal conviction
A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston
You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'
You need to slow
better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy
And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
This
I'm walkin' through the summer nights
The jukebox playing low
Yesterday everything was goin' too fast
Today it's movin' too slow

I got no place left