Lyrics:
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
The first time was on a stormy Monday
By Tuesday, the blues flooded through my mind
I knew where I'd reside
On this side of the river
It's warm and cozy,
not come in on Monday nights
You're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen
Give it to Mr. Hall
Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh
good"
But we can heal it on a Sunday with a good book (but)
Oft we deal it on a Monday for a good look (and)
Make it part of the campaign, to withstand
Monday blues
But tell me, honey, how many blues
Just how many blues
I'll see you at the Red House down by The Crossroads
How long will I have The How Long
Stormy Mondays, lazy Tuesdays
And by Wednesday I just can't give it up
Crazy Thursdays, my love for you is ending
But by Friday I find myself in
the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday
My ninjas lay in revines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed through underwater reeds
by the door
I kept waiting on a call
Ooh ooh Ooh....
I got the heartache blues...
Now you left me Stormy Monday
I'm so tried of your ass last
fucking town
You know Bobby needs you at the job right?
Fuck him
You don't like Bobby? I thought you liked Bobby?
I'm gettin' the fuck out of here man
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
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
can't do that you see.
Hard rains comin' on a stormy Monday, it's brewin' inside of me.
The sun don't shine in the morning, the world's comin' down in
sipping vichyssoise
Silk robes
Pepper on the pasta
Cheeses from Lazio
Pussy di carpaccio
Lightly dressed
Hairy like a Viking's chest
Bobby Bacala
Jonathan, Fred Blue, Joseph, man
God damn, it's still happening
I don't feel safe again getting pulled over
Start sweating and shaking
Silverado, I'm tapping
after a traffic stop on Interstate 77 southbound on Monday. Bland County Deputy M.A. Readnour reported that he stopped Delano Decosta Davis II, 29,
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
try to
Take control of you baby
I got the powder bag
Be on yo way to get me
Let's get high out are minds Just like Bobby and Whitney
Every breath I take
change the weather
I could do a lot, but doing you is what I'd rather
I'd rather listen to the blues and talk about the moon
We could trip from here
a book and get a fuckin' advice
From here to Cologne, there's a forest to be grown
While one tree stands all alone
On a stormy Monday, all they want me
...
thing you know he'd end up
Like Bobby drop off's by eight
Told you on NC, steer ya destiny
But you can't force ya fate
You can't let cycles of bad
play dont know the weekday
She shops away any void.
Aside her Great Gatsby, in trade for her beauty.
Whos she on her own?
Stormy heaven, darkest blue
back in da days
On a Sunday afternoon
Me and the crew, just jammin' the oldie tune
The weather was cool and the sky was blue
Daily spinning, hit
loved by like almost all my teachers
Some I don't agree with
It don't make a difference in how I treat em'
They all good people
It's my own damn fault
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
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