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Everlast Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

you fucking slob," is all he replies God forbid, you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues

A yes yes y'all, it's too fresh y'all A little B-boy blue You know it's too beucou I've been from New York to Cali Spent two days in the valley And I

Some people will rob their mother for the ends Rats snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further

You know it's Whitey and the Likwits I say it's Whitey and the Likwits You know it's Whitey and the Likwits Watch me rock these sounds from the Polo

', so put that shit on hold Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel And turn the radio up while I finish this L Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford

Yesterday, just a dream I don't remember Tomorrow, still a hope I've yet to indulge I'm out of time, I'm out of rhyme, I'm out of reason Season's change

Hey yo, what up Everlast? This is Prince Paul, man. Yo, I ran into Trev on the street from Nasty and he said you're doing this dope Celtic rock album.

and the rumors got me thinking of this dove About time made social club Yo, word to my mama, I'm high off the trauma Whitey Ford gets deeper than a

I say, I just got bored Now they call me Whitey Ford And I say praise the Lord Find me breakin' up your crews Catch me singin' the blues Strummin' and