Lyrics:
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Make sure nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Bob praise be to Nero's
Words and music by bob seger
There's a highway
A lonesome stretch of gray
It runs between us
And takes me far away
Out in the distance
Always within
Farad Muhammad
Medgar Evars and Bob Marley, I'm God-Body
The scripture says Allah's inside me, show love
I was hugged by the arms of Gandhi, gave me my
it, what was once so majestic
Is now only adored by epileptics
I record to resurrect it, by my own accord I can't accept it
But when something gives
I spy with my little eye
A spot I like when I walk by
My canine's shiny and white
And I'm fresh from the vet everything's alright
I got that doggy
and become more complex
It grew louder and he started swaying in his chair
His head started to bob and I could see sweat flying from his hairy face
The band
our home was blessed
When daddy'd say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
By then dad's hair was turning grey
Piece by Piece imma get there just like a rubix
These bars a ruthless I just hope I don't lose this
These girls in my lane got me swerving
They see
an angel
I think I need an angel
Bob is waitin' for a dollar with shame in his eyes
Just needin' somethin' to eat
And he's tired, so tired from
to bother me
Nigga, I'm a loner
Thinking you got heart
Turn organ donor
I really by myself for it
I don't really know me
And it makes for it
Like I used to be
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios
Brian
Time: 2:58 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
except being rich
Everything else pass by we forget it
How do I be more timeless than money and diamonds
They used to wear purple robes cuz it was hard
Bob Dylan
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by
so loud smell it through the phone
Bob when you gonna write a book for shits sake?
But niggas don't read so I keep making mixtapes
I keep making
Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Hughes Stadium, Colorado
University, Fort Collins, CO, 23 May 1976,
Transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
On Bob finna quit my job
Tell the girls we going out (Okay)
Ima Diva and a OG
Big bucks big cup po mo please
Sun God my skin cocoa trees
Real bad I
like a got a big chip on my shoulder
What can I say i was raised by the border (EP)
For my trill niggas
Who about some dollar figures Thinkin fuck
and down to ride-
Even if I’m not on earth-
I’ll always be right by your side-
Little baby please don’t cry-
Like I’m Bob Marley everything is gonna be
that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit
I'm tryin' to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I
Summertime's going by too fast
I always forget that it tends to do that
Summertime's going by too quick
Sorry for the officers that I was such
away
Tell the homey I would meet him by the spot
Woke up in the morning feeling like night and day
Coming at me then believe you getting got
You don't
wait
I actually grew five times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism
Attack is for
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