Lyrics:
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
head poor boy
And feel how the ground does move
And hear how them drivers sing
Well, goodbye friends, it's time to close
Everybody knows that's
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
I was a little boy, living in the void
I was never joyed
World destroyed before it began
Never had a man
Never had a figure to hold my hand with
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
the drummer some, yeah get outta here
Let's peruse the essentials of Cool
A brief study of the things so instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer than
time to slow it down
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
Loves
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
Boys, boys
Boys, boys
Boys are young, boys are old
Most men act like boys I'm told
Just ask a boy his point of view
He'll run that man stuff
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
it's time to put the math back into Mathers
'Cause I'm a fuckin' (problem), run, boy
Every flow, got it mastered so every last word that you fuckin'
spittin', you need to kill it
'Cause your style is like dyin' in my sleep, I don't feel it
'Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For
behind
Echoes down the streets of gold
Through the Pearly Gates
Dribbles over the Jordan
And it goes on by the banks
He's rattling a Werther's
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holdin' a nuke or a damn bazooka
I'm not a Buddha boy
I'm not a Muslim man
I'm not a Christian or a Jew
I'm not a Mormon freak
I'm not a Catholic geek
And I'm nothing at all
inventer
It's so soulful man it's so soulful man
So soulful man and when you hear it
Is where it feels like soul food man
It was so soulful man it's so
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
a light
Let me step up in this motherf*** 'til I get it right
I need a light
Let me lean, make it bright, everything is dynamite
Bust a ***, tryna feel
kind, every time.
Oh yeah.
Instrumental break.
I swear sometimes the boys on the wrong side of town,
Know how to do it just right.
They'll keep you up
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