Lyrics:
frith is tha man he be chillin like bob dylan and maxin like
michael and janet jackson....
ain't no body dope or sexy as him
he rhymes always get
are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're two Bob
Was a young gun, but we're still on, Lewi White
Been here so long,
to Bob Dylan
Chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em
Said killin'em
Come on, come on killin'em
Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
to Bob Dylan
Chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em
Said killin'em
Come on, come on killin'em
Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless
be
The world's most elaborate joke
Have you heard the old joke about the musician
Trying to be the next Bob Dylan
All of his hopes for his future
Headin' to The Village to see Bob Dylan, when he was top billin'
But Perry was not feelin' complete, he had to get on his feet
He said, "God willin', I
Bob Dylan say
It's been fifteen now since my father passed away
But I can still picture him in his overalls
Standin' around the house where he made his
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
Every stone a story, like a rosary
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Man In the Long Black Coat
Bob Dylan
something to cut in case you has to
If he was on the island he'd probably rob a millionaire
And be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here
These clever
headphones on
She hears the music blasting
She sees here brother marchin' by
Their bond is everlasting
Listening to Bob Dylan singin'
In 1963
Watchin'
Wonder
Bob Dylan, Marvin Gaye, aretha Franklin
The forever changed what popular music could
Say and what it could mean
The masterpiece we're about to
Play
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
Man, those were the days (those were the days)
We listened to the songs Bob Dylan wrote
We sat there stoned and amazed
We forgot to eat, we forgot
(Bob Dylan)
Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
With an iron
tried to entomb me
In their visions of where man's gone
Well, I'll tell you what, he's out on Highway One
I roamed the Eastern city
Hungry and all gritty
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
wife was sleeping in another bed
His eyes were a permanent shade of red
He would stay up all night just trying to find that sound
Bob Dylan parodies
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-all
Bob Dylan's here
And what a slippery son of a gun
If he was ever in my sights
I'd probably melt down like
pimpin
Write my pain in the lyrics
Beat L’s I’m Bob Dylan
Say that i just smoke I’m just sniffin
Pullin up they will start trippin
Sharp blades Few case in
Riding round with my niggas
Listening to bob dylan
Bitch Im in my building
Imma make five children
Yall don't know how I'm feeling
I just hope a smile heal
and cards.
i learned chess at 8, when i learned my funny valentine.
i met bob dylan. He called me a poet.
i rode with maximilian shell,
and leonard cohen in
understand what you saying?”
I played him my next album
He said
“Don’t ever speak Spanish again”
So I’m here
Handing suckers to these suckers
They might talk
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