Lyrics:
This that smoke filled jazz club
Littered with proletariats and revolutionaries of different stripes
You know the types
Sowing the rights
FUCK ALL THAT JAZZ
I GIVE EM' THE BLUES, OOH, OOH!
HOOK:
GIMME THE LOOT, GOTTA REGROUP, GOTTA RECOUP
HANDS IN THE AIR, TELL EM' DON'T SHOOT
LESS IT'S
gotta choose
All in my ear and she call me Baby Blue
It's gettin' hot but you know I keep it cool
The whole world's a dance floor, okay
Jazz hands and I
strong
Jesus keep me from all wrong
I'll be satisfied as long, as I walk, dear Lord, close to Thee
See me through days of wine and roses
By and by when
about naira marley
So i sing them jamming by bob maley
Mama never wanted
Me been bolly
Son have turn a man
I am about been schooling
Always wanted me
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
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
and lending a shoulder
Side by side
Two's impossible, two is gloomy
Give another number to me
Side
By side
By side
By side, by side, by side, by side, by
and jumped in the pool
She threw her pants over there by the little table
Well, one of the guys in the band picked up het panties
(he told me later the stuff
hand
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't
and drink jazz
Rambling around is a must
I got infected by wanderlust
Roaming around is for me
By the air or the deep blue sea
In Paris I tramp past palaces
I been chillin on the moon, rollin pencil blunts thinking bout my room
I been thinking bout the blues the way the jazz beat playin my tune
Even
night
I got the morning blues
Hurt so bad
Honey come and love me
They're the worst I ever had
Well, a nickel's worth of grease
And a dime's worth
inside my back
Really a lot a people tryna paint me blue and black
You want me to retaliate to show I aint a bitch
Ain't give em what they want act like
renato russo de volta?
leva o akon e traz o bob marley?
leva o fresno e traz o sabotagem?
leva luan santana vem o bradley do sublime?
leva o sean kingston
festival is waiting for me
We'll be opening acts at the wineries
Will warm up with blues while we sip some tea
Will mix bossa novas cos they sound so rich
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
introducing her to Steely Dan and Kubrick Movies
Oh baby you're gonna have to fucking sue me
To get you off my mind
It'd be a blue Christmas every Tuesday
Where
When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some
the city I touch down and I bob and weave, ay
It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
that floats, grabbing the livelines of their ships made of sope
If you start feeling blue, consult the Pigeons they will know what to do
Old Bob, he is
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant
when it comes
Play, "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell
Play, "The Blood-stained Banner" play, "Murder Most Foul"
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