baby went away Crying and pleading won't do no good Come back baby, I wish you would I love you baby, I can't help myself I wouldn't mistreat you for
Översättning: The Blues Brothers. Jag Vet Att Du Vill.
my baby went away Crying and pleading won't do no good Come back baby, I wish you would I love you baby, I can't help myself I wouldn't mistreat you
me 'cause I was an only child I got the blues so bad, kinda wish I was dead Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama Or maybe I'll, yeah, maybe I'll just
daddy lived with me How I wish we could meet somewhere, talk it through There is so much I would say to you There are others, I'm not alone A younger brother, you
I like fat girls, I had plenty Black an' white, tall or skinny If you asked me, I won't change my mind I can't marry you, I told you that the last time
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out
type of shit it happens everyday Now would you check me? If I was you and you was me, would you respect me? I got to know I got to go I strive for my
now you're stuck dumbstruck Trying to hang but you can't swim I think you're fucked You traded in your blues for boom, tap shoes I do shows and change
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block and I Wish my brother woulda made bail So I won't
streets sellin mota or methamphetamines So what? It made me an extra buck when I was shit I'ma love you The same, if you would stop (Lil' Rob)(Chorus) And I
matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me That's why, I never listened to a thing he said And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead Instead
it on me I started smoking to prove I'm an adult Now it's a habt but is it all my fault I wished my mother would have told me the truth 'Cause now I'm
) You do your best to make her blue Buddy, you've got it made But you'd rather go and play I know one thing for sure, if I were you I would hold on,
what I should've done 'cus my imagination would run I was impatient to get out And become part of the noise out there I used to stare, five stories
