Lyrics:
right back to us (Come right back to us already uh yeah)
The golden plaques was up
But I saw gold and that was old
So I got platinum plus (Revenge uh
This is my same old coat
These are my same old shoes
It was the same old me
With the same old blues
Oh, then you touched my life
Just by
This is my same old coat
These are my same old shoes
It was the same old me
With the same old blues
Oh, then you touched my life
Just by
is to come together against the common enemy
Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair
Same man that killed Brown Erick Garner
Freddie Gray man
we fear
I'm just glad they didn't shoot
If it was you, what would you do
I lived to see another day
Can't say the same for Freddie Blue
He was shot
I'm 'posed to win? they
Got me fightin' ghosts
Same sword they knight you they
Gon' good night you with
Sh, Thats' only half if they like you
That ain't
G-mix, I do it
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
Yeah, G-mix, this the remix (hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
Uh
Same old shit (shit), just
was ever made
But I'm known in this city as the King of Suede
We got portly and regular and extra-long
(Is my size up there?)
We got tailors
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old
Freddie's gone west Bob got his one love
Tolstoy said, man you gotta get paid
A brother of the blues used the bottle as a sleep aid
George got the dead
and quick dollars
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
It's hard to keep control, I
got freedom, we ain't got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field
I thought Barack could have been a spook who sat by the door
But he signed
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n'
Steve Rogers
'Cause no one oversees these cops and
All we see is 'em beat charges
We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got off
So we
sight
I got a job, they gave me a job
I got a job, they gave me a job
Any minute now we're going to be dining like kings
I just smoke
I just smoke
I just
and made sure little bro was looked at
Pops got evicted, not a smack
Pumped his fists and being that I'm a ?fugiless?
The bum got done by the one
Way down here, in the heart of Texas
There's a own kinda blues going on
Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King
Robert J's licks are heard on every
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old
'em to choose, or give 'em the blues
Yeah, I need all huneds with the blue strips, got 'em feeling some type of way
His main bitch steady choosing
turquoise the color that I bleed
More like blue the color is not seen
More like a Kora ora than a banjo
Or like the Mona Lisa with a Afro
Picasso of black
I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n'
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