Lyrics:
a zone
We ain't trippin', you know I got it
Flexin' like a pimp wit' Lint inside of my pocket
Runnin' through these women pretendin' I'm civilized
Had
impressions, what's she expecting?
Why when men don't follow directions, it's deception?
I was intrigued by fine women, I realized
Some were drop dead
Christmas
ain't tryin go to hell for the way I'm sinning
Told em im next up niggas ain't listen
Chasing these hunnids you chasing these women
It's too
2020 now time, go time, lightworkers called up to the front line,
I pull up halogen high beams blues shine,
with 20 million women at attention,
first night, we hit it off
Had to switch to jazz, got the blues
Walked all by myself before I could fly yeah
Knew it'd be a long time fore I made it, had
I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
home
I was treating a girl independently
She was making baby for me
When de baby born and I went to see
Eyes was blue it was not by me
Garden
something funky so the lifestyles kill
I work and work for the women I chill (Aha)
The women I thrill 'cause they gotta get ill on me (Oh yeah)
But still I
Uh, oh, y'all know what it is
Uh, it's that Compton ish (Woo)
Chevy lights, women you like
Husslin' nights (yeah)
Rollin' dice, gangsta rights
Hood
singin' my grudge blues.
You can accept your pitiful fate.
But when you cry, he'll make you cry more.
Women, oh women,
It's women's tears that makes
homies like a bird
Bust a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But men, the wrong color
a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
of the blues
I've loved in sunshine, I've loved in the rain
All of the women who know me call that loving man
I can't lose with the stuff I use
I'm the king
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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