I sit and cry and sing the blues Oh, no one to depend on Oh, I've got no one to have fun with Since my baby's love had been done with Well, I don't know what to do Well, no one to call me sweet names And my heart is filled with pain Oh, I only think of

I get so weary in the evenin' when the suns goin' down. When I go to bed at night, And the birds begin to call. Just before the break of day. I get so lonesome when my baby's not around. I feel so sad and lonely, For my baby that ain't all. Well I get up

I'm at a payphone trying to call home All of my change I spent on you Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong Where are the plans we made for two If Happy Ever Afters did exist I would still be holding you like this All those fairy tales are full

Baby are you home Tell me what he on Yeah, she call my phone Ask me what I'm on Baby, is you home I'm in the area He ain't scaring none You know why you text my phone Tell me if you home

Baby you can call me Baba I was, down But I'm really lit right now A couple drinks in your head You're calling me daddy instead Mommy how that dress fit tight Is it heaven between your thighs She wanna know what's my name

'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do Well I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date My boss

I'm havin? a baby A little girl, a little boy, a little you, a little me And I'm so proud to be that baby's daddy What is this news you've got to tell me? Girl, what has got you so excited? Why would you call me on my job When I'm right in the middle of

Sweet emotion You talk about things that nobody cares You're wearing out things that nobody wears You're calling my name but I gotta make clear I can't say baby where I'll be in a year When some sweet hog mama with a face like a gent Said my get up and

Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up I don't even know if I give a fuck about anything Fuck me when the beat drop Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop Bleeding out my laptop Blood leaking out my laptop I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up I don't give a

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