Lyrics:
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
my friend and my friend's name is Bob
Like the devil knows hell, I know Bob that well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his sixty-seven smells
Well enough
hear the loud voices, that's my homies calling
Open up the windows, let the angels fall in
As I bob and weave between stars
Learn and dream between
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
how I'll be getting the bag that I split with my homies.
Team by my side till the day that I die, till my cats can drop out and be lonely.
(naw) Lately
by my serenade in blue
Why must I go on dreaming of
An imaginary love
Wish I had someone to sing to
One that I could kiss and cling to
No one hears
Haunted by my serenade in blue
Why must I go on dreaming of
An imaginary love
Wish I had someone to sing to
One that I could kiss and cling to
No
heading to the place, where my head I lay, amazing grace
Uhn
Get ya waves up
Imaginary player
Should go get ya grades up
Uh what you talking like
Catch me
flavorless,
Lately life ain’t saving shit,
Escaping with the tragic wish,
Imaginary’s happiness,
A sloppy kiss from death,
Is all that’s on my Christmas list,
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
surreal
I got imaginary friends
An imaginary life
An imaginary wife
And a real knife
Out of here by next weekend
Hung over on the dresser with my
knows me better
Me and my, me and my, me and my,
Me and my, me and my friends
He's as close to me
As a friend can be
I'll be standin' by my buddy
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
feeling filthy)
I ignored the trauma caused by what happened that day
Held my breath hoping distance could take the pain away
Toxins still pumped often from
my emotions
Ooo, that's the motion
Only needed two minutes, I got her open
Living like im Bob Marley', im always smoking
I dont tell no lies, bitch im
to exist
Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!
Spread love, to all of my dead thugs
I pour out a little Louis, til I head above
Yes sir,
yourself, by yourself
By yourself, by yourself, by yourself
If I give it to you, will you leave?
Tell it to you, will you speak?
Got it tatted on my
yourself, by yourself
By yourself, by yourself, by yourself
If I give it to you, will you leave?
Tell it to you, will you speak?
Got it tatted on my
Ain't no need in me lying about it 'cause everybody knows the truth
I passed my share of Ole Jack and Jim Beam, white lightnin' and mountain dew
I've
the fucking jungle
Between virtual jungles
And this cement scape
Now you see this is a love story
Discovered by the closing of the city
Deep purple for eyes
know exactly where you are.
By the way Bob, your a bad man Bob, bad man)
Cowboy Mighty Joe my hero
He's a mighty mighty hero
He's a super cowboy Joe
the girlies in the back seat
the 5-0 cant catch me
and if you want me you can find me
i'm puffin on the bob marley (bob marley)
i got my homie riding shotty
curled up by the fire
It sure is true tonight
Let's make a little candle
And then a little later on
We'll make a little love to that old Bing Crosby song,
See how I circle
Imaginary mind, imaginary lines
Let the maze of my design carry you on
Just bumped my head and my face turns purple
Running
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