Lyrics:
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
underground sell mo' than your, real album ship out
Slow down or sped up, I'll make you bob your head up
Hustle till you fed up, tell you stack your bread up
timepiece will make it all right
Sing songs of the mountains, Cowboy's Delight
By Bob Carpenter and David Holster
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
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor
bout the bad boy in town?
Bob is his name and he can get down
(Oh yeah)
He is really Bobbin, Bugging everybody
So somebody catch him please?
I'm your
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor
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
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
About the time the late and great Jimmie Rodgers
Career came to an end
Another young fella by the name of Bob Wills
Was makin' preparations to become
Counting the days to get away
To pack your bags up on a plane
But see Bob run yeah! See Bob play
Why not talk to Bob today
If you wanna save
my album sounds too bleak or grim
I'll tip my hat to she or him, and say until we meet again
I'm not the kinda guy to put your daughter in his coupe
again
I was nineteen with my friends, yeah
Before Chris Brown punched chicks in the face
In my town, at a party at Yvette's place
I was nineteen, which
rich
Don't dare dream for a better tomorrow
Dream in the moment, or it's just hollow
Dream for whatever, Dream to be clever
Dream, Dream Jimmy and Bob
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Leave the keys in the last drain gutter
They'll never freeze if we just keep running west bound
To that old town
We can take our time
Circumvent the page
none thats left to boast
And Im left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost
And I pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign
Singing in the kitchen
I pretend I'm young again
With Seger sounds
Against the Wind
Driving through town
With Jackson Browne
Runnin' on empty
Runnin' on
It
Praise the lord, For the drunks and the town drunks
With the town slut, Doing the in and out when they found us
Or see me kicking it drinking with
on a microphone
I always let em know that the town is home
I wasn't born in Oakland, I was born a mack
Stay true to the game, always stating the facts
Bitch you
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor
Ayy, this that chi-town shit, ayy, ayy, ayy, JD
I'm on with no feature
Drive by in a Beamer
He gon learn a lesson, I guess I'm his teacher
He tough
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