Search results for 'i suffer with the blues by buddy guy' Page #6

rent

Getting high
I love the food, but the blues got me getting by
I'm swan now, but on that road
I'm a different guy

Put down the gun
Picked up

blue
But with every clue, I still can't find a reason to see myself continue
When I open my eyes
I swear to God I wanna cry
I just wanna fucking cry

Hey there folks
This is rokdrummer over here
We got a sweet piece
Of chicago style blues

Comin in from my buddy
Jarno Luhtanen
In Koskenkorva

blues
I be on lean like fat nigga shoes
Catch me on lean like a nigga with no knees
Opp nigga weak, wanna beat 'bout a freak
Made the bitch eat my

'm with the guys, how we living, we fried (Look at all those chickens)
I'm in my bag like what I spent a bag on
I know these niggas be plotting attacks

We ballin in Bama lil nigga like Petty
I'm trappin and servin two Jays like Reddick
And shout out my OG we strapped with two K's
And free all the guys

myself, And I
Testify, that's on Larry and the Guys
I be praying for my enemies that God will give them life
From the red to the blue, from the Six

Yes, Jon?
Ladies and gentlemen, Jonathon Maisto!
Big round of applause for
This guy for putting
Up with my shit for so many years!
(Nice shirt, Jon!

uncertainty
Generation of anxiety
The, "Look at me," society
Dubiety of piety
The gods all suffer silently
I'm sorry for my obsession with attention
I

on by this big tall guy
I saw her tell him in no uncertain terms
Get outta my face or you gonna get burned
He walked off like a hang-dog, tail between his

remember me,” they say with Mate watching the mockery continue and then up to vast galaxy this system exists in. “So long, Mate,” one of the guards says,

'm floating with tigers, Noahs Arks, a similar boat
It was written by Thato Saul but it sound like a quote
Per the status quo I'm the code 012 needs for

'm floating with tigers
Noahs Arks, a similar boat
It was written by Thato Saul but sound like a quote
Per the status quo I'm the coat 012 needs for the cold
In

and try to survive but it's still so, still so, confusing

Love this pretty chick but she ain't too fond of me
Is it because I was the guy who's fond of KFC

I'm a bleeding travesty
Don't know if red or blue polish will go well with my dress
Wait for me, I'm looking for dignity
My gender fashion's gonna

not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take your life, your soul is mine
If you're on me, come

a tale
With narration and locations of a global scale
It's the everlasting ballad of this guy named Bri
With the moral of the story being swallow your

My Posse's On Broadway
My Posse's On Broadway

Me and Kid Sensation, at home away from home
In the black Benz limo with the cellular phone
I'm callin

with the hyperdrive?
I promise, this doesn't happen often guys

But I'll improvise, I do not rehearse
Like when I smuggle all the money outta Jabba's

as if you hurt them so
And I don't care if none of these street cats is gonna fuck with me
I pull a bitch by pulling up
And now I'm tight she stuck with

kit 'cause I'm closer to God
Plus he gave me a ding dong the
Size of an Eddie Bauer rod
Skeet shootin' with some buddies
From my hometown
Pistol packin'

a minute to drink
You had one of them, one of those weeks
Stuck on repeat, I'll save you a seat

Come on down, swing on by
Bring whatever's been on your

say the crapshooters'll never grieve over me
My life been a doggone curse
Send poker players to the graveyard
Dig my grave with the ace of spades
I want

girls
I remember wen guys couldn't toast
Cuz to toast you need bread and the bread wasn't clothes
And the clothes that we pose with to get noticed
Was