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back and forth, man I can't even focus
So I'm always smokin' in the booth recordin'
Cause my mind races
Like Jeff Gordon
I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
demonstrable sentience
Jorn Lande: What makes us superior, we did not do so great ourselves!
A dying race, imprisoned in restricted shells
Bob Catley:
In
not a big deal
We share pills all the time
Ayo Bob gimme gimme yo pills
See it ain't that
Come on bruh
Come on gimme yo pills please
This right here's
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
And everything I did had to be done
Without work no fun
Everything I did had to be done
Here I am – some more races to run
Sometimes life's like a Bob Seger song
Sunset Sunday starts feeling scary
Bob Saget hosted a sweet sanctuary
Who do you love and who do you tolerate?
Tom made it fun watching grown men's
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
the future or chased by the past
Faced with the race you forget to go fast
Saw my poor soul swinging in plastercast
Like looking in the mirror
Different glass
a part to play,
So there’s a story that we’d like to tell.
See, down in England there lived such a hero,
A soldier by the name of Captain Tom
to any race
Pledge allegiance to a place
No borderline in the sand I'd trace
I'm just a sucker for a pretty face
Uncomfortable in the realm
Shoulder to shoulder we stand
Verse 2
All races and all faces
one by one we gone make it
growing up in the hood they wont save us
but together we can win
Days Of 49
~~~~~~~~~~
Im old tom moore from the bummers shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares
从头开始就没善他表面兔子却是狼豺
电话那头传来质疑声说lie lie
everyone can talk about this
e-pal bob and Mike
i try day by day never say die
listen this real shit called tom type
wake up young
a Wraith
If I got the Bentley, we havin' a race
I'm slammin' the jakes and stackin' the rakes
We going in prisons and openin' gates
Closing the precinct
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Marley, Tom Hardy, nigga yes
I’m probably God Body, Bob Marley, Tom Hardy in the flesh
Ay, do It for the 7, do It for the 3
Do It for the 9, do It for
reversed
In '44, it was Polk and Clay, Clay came in second place
Then Lewis Cass lost to Taylor in this presidential race
In politics and sports,
it's such
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
pass me by in good faith
The mission is a lonely race, struggling at times to maintain a pace against a world ticking down with every passing day
I was
means I was retarded
Drank tequila
Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment
I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk
And we came up with this great idea
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