Lyrics:
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely
I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue
Alright, everybody out there
Coming to you live from
933 in Jacksonville FL
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out!
I've been around the world and then some
Inside with the jokes
My rhymes is fire like Hendrix's guitar
My favorite album by Blink is probably Boxcar
I'm a corporation that pays it's taxes
I'm
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Pierce, I'm on all red (yeah)
Thousand dollar for the Denim Tears, rhinestones in 'em
I ain't actin' like her boyfriend, I ain't roleplaying (nah)
and John Lennon did the score
With Bob Dylan and The Doors
With J Dilla on the boards
Or
What if Mozart and Ray
Warhol and Monet
Put some art on display
on the phone asking bro where you at
Slid to my girl's now I'm gassing it coming back
He say damn was she bad, I'm like bro what you think?
Trop in the Dutch I'm
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
RAKHMONES AFN IMIGRANT (I Pity the Poor Immigrant)
Original English by Bob Dylan, Yiddish by Daniel Kahn
rakhmones afn imigrant
vos badoyert farlozn
Big songwriter Bob Dylan
Too many Batmans
No joker villains
Purple Lamborghini like my heart with poisoned feelings
Scribe of the texts from the stained
search both paths
Let's take a stroll
Feel like Bob Dylan rollin stoned
I just, lay low
Write what's on my mind
Let's get lifted and kick it
Like Cobra Kai
In it from the start nigga Spike G
Am I rolling bitch I might be
It's too high I'm too high yeah
Got me feeling like the black Bob Dylan
Pussy wet
she's looking at me
Smilin' in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you
You can never be lonely
Well, I'm gon'
I'm gon' paint
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely
I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue
Lay, Lady, Lay
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you
on a spaceship with bob dylan
I made this record with my mind back on track
My rhymes all came uh straight from the sack
They stored in my genital warts
When
it they will come kill us?
Young nigga trynna get weathy like Bob Dylan
This one for the city now who gonn be top billing?
I really be talking money
You’re A Big Girl Now
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Our conversation was short and sweet
It nearly swept me off-a my feet
And I’m back in the rain, oh, oh
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
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
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
magic, eh? It's coming in.
Well, that's like...
It's like it was sung by angels.
Hey, hosehead.
Yeah, what?
Guess what?
What?
It's over!
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