Lyrics:
we've been
Talked to you Thinking of you
Drop by any time
Bobby, there's a concert on Tuesday
Hank and Mary get into town tomorrow
How about
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
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
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
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
more so on occasion
Busy at this age and so much has been changing
Turning like the page Bob Seger use to play on the radio station on the way to school
feeders,
Snooze while we Night moves like Bob Seger
It's off the meter if you measure the joy
We pull the lever on this beat to watch your pleasure deploy
all, I feel the beat in my heart like cholesterol, check the EKG
HNIC, ain't nobody flyer then me
Not a single one of you that I know conspire to be
I
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
don’t get gassed off the internet
Album bout to drop got the town waiting
Back up in the spot like a Dalmatian
Sideshow Bob look at these clowns hating
Me and my ego in the 2 seater
Overachiever escaping from the bottom feeders
Killing werewolves wit the street sweeper
Silver Bullet Band like Bob
I wonder if Janey ever knew, as the years rolled on
She's the girl that's been livin' in the verses
Of an old Bob Seger song
Is she still the same
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
Known for killin every muthafucka dead in my raps
Nigga, so gimme the clip and let me pow one
Cause everbody dyin on this next fuckin album
Dumpin em
Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me
Strap me on a pair of lips and I'll leave you be
High in the saddle, my Chapstick in hand
Through snow and wind
Shine on like a rose at night
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
spin 'round
Jacket's on, I'm out the door
Tonight I'm gonna burn this town down
And the girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
Tailgate Trombone Bob
Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"
What's that big belled instrument?
That sounds like
it all
I got a bedroom, every mirror in town
They're going to claim me if I fall
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just
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