Oh no no, I'm the bastard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, don't know what I'm gonna do Oh no no, I'm the bastard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, tell
got them poor boy blue, yeah Oh yeah, poor boy blues (Poor boy blues) Poor boy blues (Poor boy blues) Poor boy blues (Poor boy blues) Poor boy blues (Poor boy blues
Listen all you rounder?s take a tip from me Listen all you rounder?s take a tip from me Don?t you ever marry if you love your liberty Don?t do it boy
't matter if I'm black or white Don't matter if I'm wrong or...right Chorus I guess I'm born to lose, ummmm 'cause execution did draw near I got them steel bar blues
if you don't like them you must like men And homeboy that's where our serious problems begin Because to me women are God's true gift There's absolutely
live If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift
your dreams No matter how hard things around you seem You gotta keep your head on what you do today Keep holdin? on 'cause help is on the way When outta the blue
boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do See I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
to spread Fancy gloves, though wears old MacHeath, babe So there's never, never a trace of red, oh, let it swing, yeah On a sidewalk, blue Sunday mornin
if you just throw it in the air Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair Excuse me her weave the blue is her weed Trunk full of white, car smell like blue
sedative, keep niggas medative Head rushers I give to creative kids and fiends Dreams of euphoria Aurora To another galaxy Phallic-sy Be this microphone, but get lifted Lyrically I'm gifted
When a star is born They possess a gift or two One of them is this To make your dreams come true When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you
like in applaud Look upward, like whaddup, Lord? Huh, I know if you try to you could turn These gray skies back to sky blue It was made for the gift
and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa Hone
my skin And it blows away with the changing wind The water has turned from blue to red As towards the sky I offer it This is a gift, it comes with a
aim easy You put me on gang the baby train weazy An? all he told me dude pimpin' ain't easy You used to pop big poppa work Now my diamonds big and blue
m your seein' eye dog with the pen and the pad Blue collar, when I talk, you can touch So fuck how much money you can fit in the bag My gift is the gab
the clidock My sha sha clock from here 16th and Lenox ask Rodger Thomas if I'm getting scammed I wa milk last year now I'm butta like Blue Bonnett Now