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(Robert Johnson) |
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Everytime I'm walking all down the street, |
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Some pretty mama start breaking down on me |
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Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down |
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Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby, |
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Gonna make you lose your mind |
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You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown, |
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You don't do nothing but tear my reputation down |
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Stop breaking down, mama, please, Stop breaking down |
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Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby, |
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Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind |
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I love my baby ninety nine degrees |
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But that mama got a pistol, Laid down on me |
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Stop breaking down, baby, Please, Stop breaking down |
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Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby, |
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Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind |
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Everytime I walking all donw the street, some pretty women |
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Start breaking down on me stop breaking down, mama, please,stop breaking down |
