Lyrics:
don't know
I thought I would figure it out by now
But I still feel like I'm scratching
The surfaces of my sound
On the road to ten thousand
Where practice
And when I finish my album it'll be your new addiction
It only took so long 'cause my thoughts have been so conflicting
I keep on sitting in bed and wasting
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "A Tonic For The Troops"
shooting
And another piece of red left my atlas today.........
*written by Bob Geldof
*from the album "Mondo Bongo"
Thick
J-Bob for Destroy to Enjoy
Bill Bueller for inspiring the title
The Binghamton Psychedelic Heads
Thanks for being and having been
Be bold with your
Oh man
Hi
You guys are so loud
I'm glad I have this moment to
Talk to you because this
Whole thing is going by so
Fast I can't even like, process
cll I had for breakfast was some fresh squeezed chronic
Treat 3 thousand like it's twenty three dollars
I know you like girls shawty let's be honest
have I just keep it inside
But the purpose of this song I'll record it and let her know this one is an exception
I be showin' affection
The minute
Let's grab the pen I'm in album mode if you haven't noticed
The album was golden Pain Through the Scriptures went platinum
All in my inner circle
albums flop
I'm on my knees and daily praying for my enemies
Pray they repent and turn to God and change their destiny
High yella light brown skin
take the crown
Fuck it I'll go ten for ten
But I'll probably be in a retirement home by then
If you say your gonna do please fucking do it
I'll supply
shit known it's solid!
Kang bitch
I be everywhere cuz I'm sanctioned
My brother A be talking bout DR he Love them antics
She want too much chances
I got
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
kombatancie ogromna siła tkwi
Specjalnie dzisiaj, specjalnie dla was oryginalny Natty B!
Słowo stało się ciałem, a potem go przybyło
oto sound system,
If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
a wave- I'm done with parkin'
Diesel started- tested, don't be startled
'Cuz by time I have been hardened
Swingin' harder than a Spartan
Bars I'm armed I
handshake deal
And now we're right back where we started
By your side like we never were parted
I gotta be there or be hip
Shoulders raised up to my lips
Do
a hammer than a nail
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Happy Club"
(Ali, the baddest muthafucka there ever)
I'm chokin' players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin' to the 'Sayers
names not got no rep and you've not done shit so you must be a daft boy
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what
match the rate
Pull up to my house i tell the shorty I flew outta state
She be trynna find me everywhere but is not the place
Bitch this is not the place
high like I’m b.o.b
Too smart got a PhD
Your dumb get a g.e.d
Bet money on the t.a.b
Wanna roll the dice like it’s dnd
I’m boutta blow like it’s tnt
Yeah
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