nathan08
Apr 2, 2009, 10:49 AM
The Blues
(Chorus)
It goes phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
Phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
(Verse 1)
My farther walked out and left me, Left me to take care of my mother
My mother told me, He looked like a mean danny glover
My mothers always been their, That's why I love her
She brought me new jordons and a matching top
I Always told her id pay her back, When I make it to the top
As I got older, I got more wiser, Stopped bringing drunk chicks back to the house
Didn't want to wake my mother, So I stayed quiet as a mouse
I got even older, And my world started to change
Got mixed up in the wrong crews. I think I forgot about them donts and dos
(Chorus)
It goes phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
Phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
(Verse 2)
Got hooked up on cocaine. Got drunk on hennessy
Now my girlfriend. She don't give a about me
She's off with the next man, Heard my mother got sick, So I droped the coke and ran
I never wanted this. It was the stress I guess
Me acting like a big man, In the big wide world
my mothers six feet under, Now my lifes starting to uncurl
Went back to my ways, But crime never pays
I lost the person I love, The person I want to marry
Theirs a devil in side me. They even nicked named me carrie
Im sorry!
(Chorus)
It goes phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
Phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
(Verse 3)
As the years pass on, I look back on the things that were rights and wrongs
I put down the drugs, And desided to write songs
As I told my mum I would
And I found the love of a good girl, And I got a baby on the way
But without my mother, The skys are still gray
I always visit your grave. But so meny tears surprised I don't drift away
And il never leave my kid, As my farther once did
So I shut out the bad memorys, I closed the lid
I love you mum. Wish I never done half the things I did
(Chorus)
It goes phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
... Repeat x2
Phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
(Chorus)
It goes phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
Phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
(Verse 1)
My farther walked out and left me, Left me to take care of my mother
My mother told me, He looked like a mean danny glover
My mothers always been their, That's why I love her
She brought me new jordons and a matching top
I Always told her id pay her back, When I make it to the top
As I got older, I got more wiser, Stopped bringing drunk chicks back to the house
Didn't want to wake my mother, So I stayed quiet as a mouse
I got even older, And my world started to change
Got mixed up in the wrong crews. I think I forgot about them donts and dos
(Chorus)
It goes phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
Phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
(Verse 2)
Got hooked up on cocaine. Got drunk on hennessy
Now my girlfriend. She don't give a about me
She's off with the next man, Heard my mother got sick, So I droped the coke and ran
I never wanted this. It was the stress I guess
Me acting like a big man, In the big wide world
my mothers six feet under, Now my lifes starting to uncurl
Went back to my ways, But crime never pays
I lost the person I love, The person I want to marry
Theirs a devil in side me. They even nicked named me carrie
Im sorry!
(Chorus)
It goes phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
Phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
(Verse 3)
As the years pass on, I look back on the things that were rights and wrongs
I put down the drugs, And desided to write songs
As I told my mum I would
And I found the love of a good girl, And I got a baby on the way
But without my mother, The skys are still gray
I always visit your grave. But so meny tears surprised I don't drift away
And il never leave my kid, As my farther once did
So I shut out the bad memorys, I closed the lid
I love you mum. Wish I never done half the things I did
(Chorus)
It goes phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two
... Repeat x2
Phoenix to memphis, Home of the blues!
Brockley to compton, Home of the crews!
Raised by my mother, With them donts and dos
Poppa walked out, When I was two