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to long
But there's a lot in store soon I'll be at your door
You don't ask for a lot
Barely dip in my pot
All you asking from me
Is to come through
Ou ou

Don't Rain on my Parade
by Bob Merrill and Jules Styne
Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you.

spun, nothing set in stone
Stay serving y'all, career garcon
Winning rolls against rigged dice
What I deserve will not be postponed
Worst version of me

Cant believe my eyes I'm holding my stuck
Had to take 5 cause that shit there fucked me up
Now I'm riding down 85 trying my best to look alive
All

me beg
For making cheese for the need
Since a n***a fed
I'm talking money super heavy 
It's gon break a leg 
Got pockets deep 
To where the shit fuck

sing about that, that’d be fine by me"
In the old days they’d call that a duet I think
Grabbed a bottle of Mineragua
And from my nightstand an orange

the beans in
Made it in the summer but turned it into a spring thing
People really told me I wouldn’t, I had to use Will
I see through the shenanigans like

Painting the bigger picture raw like I’m bob ross
I’m an artist just trying to get my point across
They trynna belittle me but  I don’t give them

out evil
You couldn't escape from a flash paper bag
I'm badder with patter and matter of fact
You can't match all my skill if you sawed me in half
When

the barrel and she cocks the gun
Just when I thought we were having fun
Come on baby why you waiting
Send me off like a Pollock painting
All the lies that you

When Pap talkin', stop talkin'
I was in the box with Bob Barker
I will backslap a nigga mama
Pussy niggas prayin' to see me under
Glock look like OKC

Letting bars fly like a bunny hopped Haro
See the sunset, Algarve, landing into Faro

Scholar and a gentleman, look at me, the architect
Following

I was chilling too much, their getting too close, their calling me Stephen
It's time to separate, elevate, make them look up, Savelli got them shook

tell by my aura is so evident
And if you made it out the jungle then hail you king
Cause loves not promised even though there are wedding rings
I sip my

a ratchet
Put a nigga in the casket, dead body with some maggots
Pistol on my side, p-p-pistol on my side
Young Nola bout to ride, let me do a drive-by

CHORUS

Well, me and Bob and Molly are gonna hop right on the trolley
Meet Jim and Max by the railroad tracks and play a little kick-the-can
I hope that

made it here, 
 I can make it anywhere, 
 Yeah they love me everywhere, 
 I used to cop in Harlem, 
 All of my dominicanos 
 Right there up on broadway,

dissects
I've gotta digest it all
cppalled by the black light
Be back by 9 or so
I'ma go til the wheels fall off
c dirt road
Tell me where the peace lost

He swaggers about like a man with a purpose
'Is this all I've got to do all day' - bloody brilliant

The Marlboro man says 'I miss my lung Bob'
But he

and sleep all day, the way it was back then,
But now I'm playin' in a band that wraps it up by ten, 
Just, don't forget the golden rule: Bob Wills is still

to hit Bob Marley shop
Roll a big spliff with some Guinness stout
No cameras in the red light
And em girls get tested by the government ery night
Eat

large 
And I will be revered 
Like Eminem, Stoney Bob, Nathan, 
And Big Sean 
Ima be platinum 
AKA gone 
Bro you know it's all love 
Please don't get

searching for a brown bob cut
Ooh brat
Eleven minutes it's all that it takes
Eleven minutes where's the fire escape
Eleven minutes it's a part of the game

lyrical batch
Cover beats with a lyric patch
Albums on play like meat on a plate
Not gonna quit my profession no way
My art makes you bob yo head all day