man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes "Get a job, you fucking slob," is all he replies God forbid, you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
I open the door and the sun spills through Takes away my breath and I think of you And the only blues to hit my eyes Are those beautiful blues in the clear blue
Yippidy yippidy Simon says the Kingpin Keep your eyes, your mind shut and your mouth open wide You?ll be singing the blues because of them While the anger builds up inside Shining your shoes
Yippidy yippidy Simon says the kingpin Keep your eyes, your mind and your mouth open wide You'll be singing the blues because of them While the anger builds up inside Shinin' your shoes
college boy look, honor roll student Shakin' off pounds like I'm Big Mate Luton On the streets I'm a nuisance, whippin' in a blue six Shinin' like a star
at Big Bud ol' sloppy drunk I remember when he sold tapes out the trunk" Now here's the routine, jump out the truck, T shirt and blue jeans '94 Jays with the blue shoe
more Big bulky sweaters to match his eyes Dirty fingernails, oh, boy, what a prize Tight tapered pants, high button shoes He's always looking like he's got the blues
end It was a junk house in South Carolina Held a boy, the age of ten Along with his older brother Billy And their mother and her boyfriend Who was a triple loser with some blue
up) My body, your body (It's burnin' up) My body, your body (It's burnin' up) Well let me step up in this thang Right lookin', smellin' good Lookin' good, Spec and Baby Blue
Shawty Hi-yello shawty eyes brown shawty so gold n so is my crown baby COLOR ME BAD shawty toes red n so is my flag purple in my bag n shawty
like a hood rat chick who was curious Serious Full breast, ready to touch Who's that in the cool blue back With a blue new rag Givin' head while he poppin
'm feelin' brand new I got nothin' to lose, get out my way move You know them days you just got the blues All stressed and depressed from just watchin' the news No matter what good
big up in this motherfucker Sit you in a crib where you can chill Don't have to move a muscle Give you some be good now you be good Daddy gon hustle
they knew they had nothing to lose They knew it, so they just got to it With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes Playing 1 4 5 chords like good news
Yo blaze the fire Watch the enemies crumble Sure See the blood of a slave, eyes of a Banta Rise from the grave when they listening to Dylan Action and
The gentle man caller in the blue suede shoes He don't know what to do He just wants to look good for you So he rushes in to tell you what he did today
scrap or two Old Jim come running up out of the blue And that gal he was with, come running up too And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe