Lyrics:
another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you just tell them
I've got Saint James Infirmary Blues
Janet Jackson, Sheila E. (They the rockstars!)
Etta James, Mavis Staples (They the rockstars!)
We won’t survive these divided!
We won’t survive these
to fractions
Seen her walk in jeans I got a blue attraction
Kickback with the boys at Karen's, plenty zoots we packin'
I show my tunes and get a nuke reaction
Dean
She said she loves rock 'n' roll
She loves those old movies where they sing with their heart and soul
Repeating the lines I've heard a thousand
You might really really have to face it
Looking like I popped the blue pill in the matrix
I been dodging feeling fucking hoes from different races
them
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
the booze
Sing the blues
And yo we end up on the news
Sing the blues
We end up on the news
Sing the blues
We end up on the news
Sing the blues
I said we end
another round of booze
And if anyone should ever ask you
Tell 'em I got the St James Infirmary blues
I got the St James Infirmary
Blues
couches, ounces, by the fountain
On James all night man, it’s going down
Sacked up, band up
Vic higher than a truck
30 in the 40,
Try to rob,
I’ll cock
I admire your courage, Miss, uh..
Trench
Sylvia Trench
I admire your luck, Mr..
Bond
James Bond
The Pebbles motherfucka.
James Bond
James Bond
James
"My Love Is Like a Star" it's actually
Written by Tody Gad and James Morrison
Who I'm a huge fan of, and I
Loved his music for so long
And when I
light
As the twilight turns to dawn
A little nameless bird sings a song
Where are you?
Oh you
Tell me why you start to cry
There's no one here but you
Way down here, in the heart of Texas
There's a own kinda blues going on
Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King
Robert J's licks are heard on every
blue will sing of love as only she can do
Sweet mama blue
Sweet mama Blue
One night I stayed past closing time
"Sweet mama blue my troubled mind"
make the bitch get in the booth and sing hits
That's right, bitch
Cuz I'm Rick James
Big Joe McKinsey
His eyes were bloodshot red
He turned to the room around him
And these were the very words he said
I went down to St. James
many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, I heard the hoot owl singing
As they were taking down
with a great big smile.
I could skip for a hundred miles, but oh lord I can't sing those blues.
And I don't understand why I can't, be a real blues
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
alike do meet
I'll reach for hope I'm scared to find
I'll yearn for love from time gone by
And just down from James Street
My hymns are on a different
seen
In her wildest dreams
Blue eyes that gleam just like James Dean
She was the diamond of his eyes
And she would always be right by his side
But
get active
Knew you was a freak from the way I saw you whining
Jessie to my James you won't ever be my side chick
You ain't no side dish
Yeah baby you
twenty years time
Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame
I heard he stopped a bullet in 1885
twenty years time
Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame
I heard he stopped a bullet in
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