Lyrics:
with the sharks in my life got me seasick
I've been riding solo you can't tell me who to be with
Every album I've been on has charted, that's elite shit
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the message will
Make you feel better
They're reading the letters
There's Bob and there's Larry
They work well together
They get kinda meta
They're kind
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Miss you
These
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
song so I can say an album when they ask whats new dawg
Taught myself from scrath how to be man and make a way sometimes I need to break away
So i just
to
Go to next
Go to ne-e-e-e-ext
Back in the city, I'm back in the H
Bout 2:45 PM back in the Lake
At 5:47 PM I'll be writing
Jotting down verses like
get a blow too
Know i can afford too
Want them by the thousands
Rake them in like leaves in the autumn
Then i shake em, then i write a album
I'm too
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights
Just easy
a radio hushed nearly
To silence the adults hovered around
Listening to a song and I asked
Why one song had to be
Played at a whisper while another
Could
the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
I left the house about 8pm |Spent a little time with the boys again |I didn't really wanna be away from you |I went for one but I stayed till two ||I
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
Now I ain't trying to be the greatest(lies)
cm juss tryna be the realest (tru)
Coast to coast off the glass
Time to blow off the dust
X2
Give us our
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go
I left the house about 8pm
Spent a little time with the boys again
I didn't really wanna be away from you
I went for one but I stayed 'til two
I
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
give a fuck
They all wanna be like bob fisher
They all wanna go smoke pot
Coz a nigga just do it like Nike
And I smoke weed like a Chimney
Am a Young
At the limit push harder
Live it by the minute go farther
Shits a slaughter
Flow like water
Box don't exist shits broader
Got to run faster
I need
new album is streaming on NPR, it’s called “Quiet Signs”
What a beautiful album... it would be a dream of mine
To one day work with Jessica Pratt, who
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