Every time I'm walking all down the street
Some pretty mama start breaking down on me
Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down
Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby
Yeah, gonna make you lose your mind

You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown
You don't do nothing but tear my reputation down
Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down
Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby
Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind, alright, alright

I love my baby ninety nine degrees
That mama got a pistol, laid it down on me
Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down
Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby
Yeah, gonna make you lose your mind

Every time I'm walking all down the street
Some pretty woman start breaking down on me
Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down
Shit is gonna bust your brains out, baby
Gonna make you lose your mind

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Robert Johnson