Lyrics:
and Jim said it actually is Bill Evans
And thank God they were here to tell me this, thank Evans
Or I would have released this beautiful song
And someone
think maybe
Just made, we're both fucking crazy
Yo Evans (Yeah)
Now rewinding this track
I swear to God that verse you spit was so fucking whack
It's
made it (see, I even touch myself sometimes)
See, B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs
(B.O.B. can't kiss up on those thighs)
B.O.B. can't share your
my friends 'cause it's just how we were made
And with every passing day life is feeling great
Sippin' warm Baja Blast even God knows I fucking ate
Australia burned
So did Paradise and Malibu
Seems even the California coast was toast
I was friends with a frog, whose name was Bob.
I was fond of Bob
first, Mickey Hard Man Evans. Game on!
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I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
know
You know
I know you know
Bob Marley says
When the music hits you
You feel no pain
And I say
When the music slaps you
It touch your dancing shoes
the band
It was a really fun song
Rockin' Robin
Rock, rock
Rockin' Robin
He made me a cassette tape
And I wish I could find it
But at the end of the tape
the son of abdullah, salallahu alayhi wasalam
The angel then says, i have been commanded by allah to not open the gates of paradise for anybody before you
reached his hand
To try and touch a machine not made by man
But the gravity it made he could not withstand
And man I wish I'd seen it
Bob Lazar
Bob Lazar
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
a moment, baby
We made sense of it
I know I struck you so reckless, honey
We gave into it
Paradise, I know we're headed for a moment, baby
We made sense of it
name
Jacuzzis were his claim to fame
And you would probably do the same
If he did it to you
His name was: Bob Johnson the hot tub king
He's your man if
Summer”)
Went from Johnny to the Evan, a 9 to a 7
But right now I’m feel like an 11
Fat Summer.
Yo, I think we just made it, everyone’s blazing, now it’s
takes me to paradise
Yeah your sex takes me to paradise
And it shows yeah yeah yeah yeah
Cause you make me feel like
I've been locked out of heaven for
And
Expressing
Our creation
Our creation
Of love
So when I have dinner
With my family
And then feel itchy
And scratch that itch
By engaging in phone sex
Or by
the pixel paradise, where adventures were made
From the start screen to the end's embrace,
In the pixel paradise, I'd find my place
Breking Throught
dad had the nerve to tell me most hits are written by 27
What does he know
Until then I have a few years to go
But that's assuming my energy is finite
I
I been through the bad times, let's focus on the good times
Welcome to paradise, where I wanna be alive
I don't need no one by my side, if they can't
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
they're gonna have to kill me
'Cause nothing was more gorgeous than when I first arrived
On Beachwood Drive under that unblemished blue sky
Feint heavenly
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak
It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week
It's found inside
wanna play will be one everyone can sing
Like Ocean Man by Ween, or anything from Queen
At the burial, y'all better shoot your load on the casket
It's
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