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Day in America

Sun Kil Moon

I Also Want to Die in New Orleans

2019

Evans
Bob Evans, yeah, I got that association, Bob Evans"
I was with my friend's sister Debbie
When I was 18 in Ohio at a local thrash metal show
We

It's
The Boy
Deep Breaths
I'm sitting by myself at Bob Evans
And I never really believed in Heaven, so I
Wonder where it is exactly I'm headed
Cuz

and get the dough
Get the shit by any means
And if I need me a beat
I get the shit from Evan b

And I be
Straight vibing
Chilling like a mother fucker

a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high

Foxy Music

Beginner

Advanced Chemistry

2016

Haus ist Martin, der langsamer als der Tunnel Staus ist
Reim für uns, die wirken wie die Siebziger
Alles wird freier und spritziger und Bob Marley

gilded

Catch me at Bob Evan's with a mother fucking burger, right?
Shit's so good I fucked around and bought their fucking merchandise 
Go to my car,

Out Of Fashion lyrics
Tony King, Bob Evans, Tommy Evans, 

I'm out of fashion and I'm out of style

Whatever happened to that friend of mine 

I'm

Everything You Know Is Wrong

Weird Al Yankovic

Bad Hair Day

1996

right up and cupped his hands across my eyes 
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie? 
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter? 
Could it be Bill or Jim

that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album

Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that

When you hear it

Das ist der
Nightlife-Street-Slang-Ghetto-Song
Es gibt Drive-By
Wenn du in das Ghetto kommst
Yeah, und wir streben nach Glück
Doch die Polizei hält

Gunshowers

Ghostface Killah

Sour Soul

2015

spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come

neighbour anyway 
Shades of brilliance, the resilience sheer 
Clear, have no fear 
Do I have to keep telling you dear
I'm the Andrew Cameron Evans of this rap

your stomach like some heavy pasta
It's comfort food, that Cracker Barrell, that Bob Evans
We all want to eat just different ideas of extra gravy
And in

by the bar
She gon' take care of all y'all drinks this evening
In the meantime, allow me to introduce my crew
Over on the drums we got Dusty Domino

in a world 
Just to get by
Then I heard that you was bi 
And you wanted to see other girls 
No more guys 
Tired of em 
But what the fuck I do to you?

Here we've got Avatar in the house
We've got Tom in the house
We've got Evan somewhere
We've got Lucas playing the bass I think
Wait no that's Tom

(Evan Kozin)
(CYANIDE GET THE MONEY)
Woah, hop in the foreign on the go
And my neck on gold
Shawty sniffing on that blow 
Woah 
Aye I put official in

vision, I pray it ain't corny
Confident at night, met by mornin' to fizzle out
Oof, this is between us only, only you
The others don't know me
No me who

Pile Driver

Stan Ridgway

The Big Heat

1986

There is a big click clack machine
Whose engines don't pump gasoline
It's a poundin' crazy arm that works all day
It's run by all the people who
Have

gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von

The Dream

Sugar Bayou

Nowhere But Gone

The Dream

BOB OLDREIVE


Hey, driver, let me feel the wind again

Won?t you roll your wheels and try to catch the sun

By twelve o?clock the Texas