Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the

Have you heard about my baby? Yes, how I love her you don't know. How I love, how I love her you don't know. I declare it hurt me so bad, Yes, when I heard she'd got to go. Yes I tried, yes I tried, but I let her down. Heard about my baby? Ooh yes, I

I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes Know 'bout 'at I got these, old walkin' blues Woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got

Looking back over my shoulder I can see that look in your eye I never wanted to say goodbye I never dreamed it could be over With an aching deep in my heart I wish that we were starting over Oh instead of drifting so far apart Everybody told me you were

Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go Just another day in the hood

Oh no you're so damned wicked You got me by the throat Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me You never let me go I believe you're the devil I believe you're the devil's child Hypnotize me Mesmerize me Feel my willpower slip

The people turned away Down by the seaside See the boats go sailin' Can the people hear What the little fish are sayin' Oh, oh, the people turned away Oh, the people turned away Down in the city streets, See all the folk go racin', racin'

Ooh, ooh, oh I'm holding my breath and watching my step I'm listing regrets, and you made that list You're my depression, your first impression wasn't deception You were lyin' Bitch, I'm still flexin', with my heart broken Got my heart open, I'm not high

And I ain't gonna stand for it baby I ain't gonna stand for it baby Nah-ah (nah-ah) Nah-ah (nah-ah nah-ah) nah-ah (nah-ah nah-ah) Oh, oh, my, my, my, my, my, my Don't wanna believe what they're telling me Somebody's been pickin' in my cherry tree Don't

Mr Johnson must get out Mr Johnson must be free Mr Johnson must get wild Before the night He runs to get out He rushes to get out He'd better watch out, not gonna burn Up finding his way, flying away