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King Blues The Holiday

look for stars that they stitch reading "projects" Ironic, we never see ourselves as next prey What, now we equals cause we have a King's holiday? Coming

the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were

But when them slugs hit you, you'll be screamin, "Momma, EI! EI!" You never seen me sing? You don't know what I bring? You'll be singing the blues like BB King

love, till eternity King Elmore was born So was Duke Ellington Jelly Roll made love Bessie Smith was created in heaven above Robert Johnson sang the blues

bitches crossing me When I kill you niggas we can all live in harmony This ain't motherf**king breaking stone, I told you once leave us alone Known to kill my f**king

on that thang thang got your shovel Can you dig it? Keep talkin bout it while we live it All day, every days a Billie Holiday Lady sings the blues get

under the stairs These years I got they names in my swears Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style Rockin Steele sweaters

the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues St. Louis blues, they were

But when them slugs hit you, you'll be screamin, "Momma, EI! EI!" You never seen me sing? You don't know what I bring? You'll be singing the blues like BB King