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This is suicide letters all over again I thought that I passed it
But I guess that I didn't cause this one is written and there is no mending
But
He looks away, breathe a sigh of relief
Situations like this are nothing but grief
Chorus
The police are over there
I tried to hide my vacant
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
to myself
That I'd never look down when I first climbed
I've done well for an ex gang member
And I've done bits and bobs
Just like what Montana done
Bob Livingston/Lane Bybee
Now I'm wanted down in Costa Rica
I'm wanted on Ambergris Caye
I'm wanted back in Austin Texas
I'm wanted down in New
and real weed
I'm pleadin' guilty like Bob Marley
The weed killed me
I intercourse verbally, poetic perjury
To copy words of me leads to
Murder in the third
gettin' over with ya piss and farty raps
Been smokin' hella enough to bring Bob Marley back
I still kill 'em all but I gotta shake 'em like "where
I'd have to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are
Boy, do we get around
Basil sits there on the table for subs
But not a part of the Bri-nylon club
Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job
Bored
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Worth Tornado
Dancing demon of the wind
Dark black Cowtown twister
Sure hope my life it doesn't end
Had a show to do at Billy Bob's
That wet stormy Texas
there in bed focusing on your mistakes and I know it really aches worse than pains in your tummy it’s the vacancy you feel in your heart got you bummy now
comedy
It gave me a sense of humor that only works by accident
When she turned on Netflix from her iPhone at the dinner table
I thought she was joking
it by Bob Dylan on a live thing, which is the opposite. It was very, very fast. And I thought, Well, how else can we do it? And I started messing
on the snow
And on my back I fell
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open sleigh
He laughed as there
I sprawling lie
But quickly drove away
Jingle bells,
Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go, laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright
What
there a doorknob
So, I'll just continue to sob, and watch this fishing rod, bob, but never ever catch a fish
I wish, I just could have some food, on my
the Deacon
Cat's away, well, the mice will play
Lol, smiley face, have a nice-a day
'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band
So stop, stop, stop
science, bro
Hi-yah lads! Welcome to science class
Bob quit writin' raps in your log sheet, nobody's gon' sign your ass
Okay let's get scientific
and a chill is in the breeze
My pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze
I'll be back in springtime, but now I've got to go
I hear there's lots
beloved from a region undiscovered
I've been hovered over by black buzzard walkin' through public
Imagine the feelin' of growin' up, ten children
Stuffed
and a fat cabin
And the kiddies and the toys
And the love that will never know the feeling of divorce
There's a void in the work force that will never fill
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
in the sandbox
At the daycare center run by ex-cons
Commin' over the first hill
I felt my body jerk
The attendant did not strap me in
I see the loop
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