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Blues Licks

I thought I needed redemption but I let that thought go I guess, I'll cut my losses and turn my tricks at the magic show You spin your wheels through

I thought I needed redemption but I let that thought go I guess I'll cut my losses and turn my tricks at the magic show You spin your wheels through

blunts I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk I don't know why they keep playin they better re-plan im giving them the blues Bobby "Blue" Bland (blues

sick Well, you can't use the car 'Cause you didn't work a lick Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues

Kurupt, you know how it was for me Been regarded as the hardest since I hit the set Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step Blue crocka sacs or blue

cure for the summertime blues Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do 'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues No there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

Do you remember Back in nineteen sixty-six? Country jesus, hillbilly blues, That's where I learned my licks. Oh, from coast to coast and line to line

-two Look at all the bull*** I been through So-called beef with you know who F*** a few female stars or two And a blue light, ***, move like Mike, ***

Jealous hearts are wild, oh so wild Like a raging storm Jealous hearts are blue, oh so blue When all the dreams are gone Maybe we were born to lick honey