Alcohol Blues Track#16 2:46 Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee) (John Lee Williamson) Chicago, September 19, 1947 with Eddie Boyd - piano, Willie Lacey
all the way around Never knew what trouble was Till my honey threw me down With nothing but old ragged clothes My heart strings broken to shreds Blues
번역: 토미 스네이크 존슨. 알코올과 제이크 블루스.
And trials all the way around Never knew what trouble was Till my honey threw me down With nothing but old ragged clothes My heartstrings broken to shreds Blues
cola Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha? I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of culture Breeze through with that old school blue [Incomprehensible
down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It's gotta be hype got my rhyme book in hand A blue loose leaf Anybody
me in a zone Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the henny Blame it on the blue tap, got you
all these fake nigga type dudes Chicks wanna rotate with these eight figga type dudes Im a fresh dude, white T and throw back dude All white shoes...blue
've got to re-route my dreams Yeah, too democratic, republic fuck it We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket Blue-collar scholars,
Saturday evening, Saturday evening, a quarter to five Oh, we see him arrive at the door Pushed you aside as he staggered inside Spitting alcohol over
me in the zone Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the henny Blame it on the blue
your interference souped your upperbody section I travel like a 2 2 bullet throughout your body repped to the fullest Queensbridge representin representin the hollow tip crew blue
Intro Diamond Blue- Yea this your boy Diamond Blue Whoa Pretty Ricky Let's go Lingerie Hook- We gon get tipsy we gon get tipsy we gon get tipsy we
you miss her lil' funky ass breath in the mornin' Call her up, tell her how you want it To be in love you gotta pay yo' dues The bitch got you singin' the blues
'm on the floor, an I can't stop throwin up, devastatin, grippin the toilet, regergutatin, like a fat ass rat, on a big ass peaunt blue trap, I'm
wall And you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they
'm a bum But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage Losing all of my leverage
