by Billy Boy Arnold. . Early in the morning, 'bout the break of day,. That's when my baby went away.. Come back, baby, I wish you would,. Try and love me, you won't do no good..
I'm so serious!. . One, two them boys coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, hide your bitch. (Ayo Yeezy, pop your shit). . They said, thou shall not be I'll.