I let my hands speak Girl when you go don’t try to act like your last one hit it the same way Girl when you go don’t try to act like your last one did ya the same way Your last one did ya the same way I think I really need to learn you something You

By jimmy reed Oh baby, honey what's wrong with you? Well now baby, honey what's wrong with you? Well, you don't treat me, baby, like you used to do. I can't help it, baby, if I'm acting strange. I'm just hoping, baby, I'm not going insane. Well baby,

Come on baby let me see Your peacock, cock I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock What you're hiding underneath Your peacock, cock, cock Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? Your peacock Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a beeotch I'm a

Matter of fact, I don't even care where you been Bad vibes, get off of me Outta here with that fuckery Treat my goals like property Collect them like Monopoly Won't come if there's not a fee And if they try come stoppin' me

I don't want to leave her now You know I believe and how I don't know, I don't know Something in the way she moves Attracts me like no other lover Something in the way she woos me Somewhere in her smile she knows That I don't need no other lover

I know all about you And you say that it's alright And I know that it's a lie From the black in your eyes Like there's no one that cares about you You don't have to act like you're alone Like the walls are closing in around you You don't have to pretend

Can we go back to the old us? You act like I never knew you We need to stop the games right now Let's stop the games, baby I need you to ease the pain right now I need you to keep it real with me, my love 'Cause I just don't fuck with this new you Lately

Rainbows, sunshine (Act like you know) Rainbows, sunshine, everywhere I go Rainbows, sunshine, go I thought I told you 'bout it You don't leave home without it (Move that kilo) She on my back about it

Yeah, yeah, I guess I'm for you, baby I'm holding on you, lady Told you I'm different Don't you act distant Forever I'm ready, yeah That body language, no discussion The way she move like she fucking Backwoods full of musty Deep pockets, you can't touch

Can't get no antidote for blues Can't find no sleeves for my records Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes On my blue guitar Can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are