This is my blues 'Cause I'm back down on my own again This is the blues I'm playing Yes it's the final thing When the nights is cold and lonely Was it the money that made me a savage? Poppin' them percs and I made it a habit Totin' them pictures and

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke

Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that!) Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?! Talking a whole bunch of shit That I ain't trying to hear! Yeek yeek woop woop! I ain't playing around!

I don't mind When I'm with you You can tell me your lies You can me tell all night When I'm with, when I'm with, when I'm with But you know I got your back I'm on your side When you know I Know you're playing with my mind No I don't mind

Love ain't for keeping Lay down beside me Layin' on my back In the newly mown grass Rain is coming down But I know the clouds will pass You bring me tea Say "the babe's a-sleepin'" Black ash from the foundry

These niggas won't hold me back These hoes wanna hold me back These hoes won't hold me back These hoes wanna hold me back, no Pussy ho, pussy ho I see how these niggas playin' But I could adapt I look in my fridge, my shit lookin' scarce I got a few

Can't I get back my lonely life California waiting Every little thing's gotta be just right While you're tryin' to save me Little Mona Lisa laying by my side "Crimson and Clover" pullin' overtime I feel too close to be losin' touch

Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin' Couple real friends turned enemy Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold I done made it without sellin' my soul Bad bitch layin' down in a robe Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold

Next time you point a finger But the way I, way I see it I might have to bend it back I'll point you to the mirror And break it, break it off (I'll point you to the mirror) You don't have to believe me Can't make my own decisions

I will not be a spoon-fed bird Or beg for mercy from above Oh let my cord become unplugged And I will not burden those I love The ceiling's too familiar Laying slack-jawed on my back And the words spit out like puzzles As she tries to fill the gap But my