Lyrics:
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
taking a chance"
We was getting up, getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl, she was asking my
out.
What you want.
I said look man, I'm John Lee Hooker, I sing the blues.
They said the President don't have time for the blues.
I said look
I've been to Chicago, babe
I've been to New York City, too, yes, I have
Well, don't you know the big city women?
They know how to give me the blues
Mayor's Voice:
Help! Help!
Cat:
The he heard it again.
That small cry in the blue.
Mayor's Voice:
Help!
Cat:
Horton still couldn't see them.
But
That's what you get for pillow talking with these women
My lil cousin keep the uh with the clip in
They be wellin like they was in it
They say I lost
come into.
Good Woman.
Good Women do not have a particular face, name nor size.
Good women have no particular label waiting to be shown off by
prove I'm right
They say, I'm made of steel
I never bruised the piped
Them black and blues
It Surrounded
And it pound my eyes
I told Rube I'm astounding
Coercion is rape, you even do it over text
Pressure prude women out of nudes out of the blue
So you can put it in your group chat, oh you're so cool
You
goodbye
He didn't deserve to die
And the women come and go
Watching Jimmy Fallon on The Tonight Show
And the women pass by but they don't know
About
restrain
Maintain composure slain by exposure
Sweet rain down it came HG had her aflame
Threw her to the floor why we holy rollers
Danced her hair down bobby
full of women understanding how I'm living
Show them hos how you winning
It's the beginning with the pearls you're given
The world soft like linen
A pocket full of women understandin' how I'm livin'
Show them *** how you winnin'
It's the beginnin' with the pearls you're given
The world soft like
I can't get enough
Them blue stripped hundreds
I can't get enough them blue strip hundreds
All these women, I can't get enough
Taking trips accross
I pursue what I fear
I don’t care if I’m weird
Got a weird fucking beard
Al pacino shoes
Women by the twos
Slim thick girls
Who make me just sing
Ooh
alone
You can bet your baby's got the blues
[Chorus]
Women like men to make the first move
And touch her like he used to
When there's achin' in her
and painters
Diamonds, fiancee's
cnd hipsters that say things
Like “this is too mainstream”
Low-class women, wit' expensive ass living
Shop to you drop, love by
You start it out by puttin' on your old blue dress
And you slip your feet into your blue suede shoes
And you look up at blue skies through your pale
say fit
But when she walk by
That's a fit ting innit man
I love my women from Brum
I love my women from Brum
I love my women from Brum
I love my women
her bring her friend, come through
Im icy with the crew
Got a desert DJ Clue
How i grew how i grew
(HOOK)
Poppin bottles, Spending Guwop,
Women Hot,
macking to these women
I be stacking blue hundreds
So u know we getting figures
My pull up game mean when I pull up on the scene
My pull up game mean when I
women that he could not make
And he was robbing houses, stealing cars
Feeling the blues in more than twelve bars
Wasn't long before he was
In
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man she
should never attempt to lay his hands on her
There's more to life than what happens on your block (on your block)
Just treat your women right and hold
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