Lyrics:
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
Hi, it's been awhile, but i've been working hard and I present to you, Jewpak is God
Hi, its me um I just wanted to talk to you about something, um,
Bob Dylan at the gates
and as I passed by Inisfree
I called in on W.B.Yeats
ch I'm moving on, I'm moving on, I'm moving on
so won't you listen to my
On the answer sheet
Life's craft is a scrap
When you show your work
I would listen with a smirk
From irony to Irief
From Bob Marley smokin? stones
Shouldn't leave em all alone
Oh hey Dylan
Hey hey Tyler how you doin
Doing good
Fancy meeting you here
I know I haven't seen you in like years
What have you
something out of nothing
I got a brand new flow
Been ttg u know
Verde im trained to go
I got your speakers thumping
Im back in album mode
Album mode
Leeko,
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
into your eyes, forget what I'm told
Maybe you love and maybe you don't
But I don't believe in that rock and roll front
He thinks he's Bob Dylan and I
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
My dad never taught me how to play guitar
Or how to write a simple song or who the Beatles are
But if you saw me ballin at the park
You'd know that I
the sky
Bob Dylan said it on an 81 record
I need a shot of love
I need a shot of love
And this is the present
Shots of love coming down
Prophets of a past
on my yoga I've been working on my raps
I saw too many things there isn't no going back
At this point I don't give a fuck how you really feel
Sold your
in the other room knocking on heaven's door
If God willing
Now I ain't Bob Dylan and I ain't staying in Philly
Dean
I only have two people I love
though
We can soar through the clouds miles high smoking endo
Til the sky swirls around like a drawing by Bendow
And if you can't comprehend how I am
yeah
I make the people no my people dont beleive it though
Someone has been leavin no words sayin cold you stack on no you serpico
Cuz you headin through
nigga I been trapping since a lil guy
Told them niggas pray to me I’m a young god
Money on my mind ain’t got no time for a young thot
Bad bitches by my
CHORUS:
Hold on wait a minute/
I’m moving up wit the Jeffersons/
You keeping up wit the Joneses/
Papa smurf on my president/
Jaden Smith with
years ago i woulda been a panther
They killed Huey cause they knew he had the answer
The views that you see in the news is propaganda
I don't believe Bob
'm the man you should run 'em by
In the fire, been tried
Affected the way I been wired inside
You can hide or glide
I could've been deported
That's
to happen
Like the sound of one hand clapping (Bob Dylan)
Cross my tracks and I get to trapping
What if all these hills got flattened?
In my area, StateFarm
true,
Yeah, I wrote this song for you
To tell you that your fifteen minutes of fame are almost up,
Yeah and one more thing
Ben Lee, you suck
Bob Dylan
"Whatcha been thinkin bout?"
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
(Oi! Oi! Oi!)
To pass the time
dice that haunt his waking dreams
He clamors for some soft remorse filtered by his teeth
Big Bad Bob broke bread with you and not one finger raised
Now
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