Текст песни
Blues hit you out of nowhere
Cutting like it's cold air
Darkness in your mind and ye ain't gotta there
It could get it cut loose
Taste your own medicine that's tough juice
Barely a teaspoon torture it gotta resume
Blues hit you out of nowhere
Cutting like it's cold air
Darkness in your mind and ye ain't gotta there
It could get it cut loose
Taste your own medicine that's tough juice
Now tell the troubles from your rough truth
Listen Saint I was down to my last buck
Should've listened to my girl and put some cash up
Car troubles came across a series leading bad luck
I'm still here if I ain't steer they would of had us
4-0 bittersweet now it's 1-3
Now 3 souls in deep holes just because of me
Demons in my head tugging me I still see 'em bleed
Support group who got the courage just to the lead
My kin living in a Bronx Tale
Think we in love but only time tells
Thought they'd be happy that I brought home a bombshell
Telepathy not too good at reading minds well
Well encrypted stones
My people think love don't gotta a different tone
Said can't use your comb then don't bring her home
I say the bases loaded you should bring it home
Ain't no therapist something like God surrogate
Blues hit you out of nowhere
Cutting like it's cold air
Darkness in your mind and ye ain't gotta there
It could get it cut loose
Taste your own medicine that's tough juice
Barely a teaspoon torture it gotta resume
Blues hit you out of nowhere
Cutting like it's cold air
Darkness in your mind and ye ain't gotta there
It could get it cut loose
Taste your own medicine that's tough juice
Now tell the troubles from your rough truth
I can't believe I'm writing on this advice column
I'm embarrassed asking others just to help the marriage
A man for starters
Saint beg my pardon