Lyrics:
no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature
But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause
B.O.B
about this and never have we seen a
Brother who would hover like Mista, Mista, Mista Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr.
about this and never have we seen a
Brother who would hover like Mista, Mista, Mista Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr.
the thrills
Blessed by bob that shits for real
We fly high to the sky to the stars
Would you ever dream of life beyond mars
I would never cheat when I write my
fuckin’ with it
Pockets fat these racks can’t fit in
Hmm
Don’t be too pissed by what I m spittin’
Cuz I kept
[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’
head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head
Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
You're giving in
Don't pretend
You'll never win
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He says hello, but not goodbye
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He's gonna keep you up all night
Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
Say, who are the people in your neighborhood?
stab and I melt the
Mozzarella on my spaghetti, put in on bread
Make a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's bad for my health,
blew, never turned back
Turned forty and still sag
Teenagers act more fucking mature, Jack
Fuck you gonna say to me?
I leave on my own terms, asshole,
Peep how the words i be spitting accented by verbs pay attention
WELCH
Im Underrated slept on as if i'm NyQuil to be quite real
Don't give a damn how
head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
Never claim you're cold, unless you're from New England used to snow
Driving, swerving,
smile)
I am never letting go, got my choke on the game (Ohh)
Anywhere that dem see Sosick, dem say a me got the flame
(Dem say a me got the flame)
Bob
but we never felt ya
A bad interpretation Helter Skelter
This T-bone steak, cheese eggs, and Welch's
Never missing a beat this be that Ari Melber
Whoa
Billionaire Black dGainz Productions
Buck 20 Brick Boyz, Welch World
So everybody wanna be a billionaire now
Right? I mean
I might just burn one
with a scribble, now I'm flowing a river
She say my heart cold I'm naming my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys, damn, what a memory
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Written by bob welch.
Don't think your dreams are sane
They're taking over your life
I stuck to you but I found out
That you was the crazy kind
Now
pockets go
They still get they fill
Fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
They sho' is blinded by the light! (Crazy)
Bob your head
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
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