Lyrics:
blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right
Introspect connect the sect's and let this music make you fly
Close
inside
Feel the breeze blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best, everything will be all right
Introspect, connect the sects and let this
Bob was that guy who fights
Gets into a gun battle type
With a knife
Like, if you challenge him right now
You may be humbled by the fact
That he is
Puffing on that shit that Bob Marley did
Snorting up that shit that killed Elvis kid
I'm looking paler than Michael Jackson skin
Living a life like
All I can jump are the fires you've lit
Yet you have the cheek to call me the arsonist
Would be the most amazing opening line of a poem
But
Bobby Ray
I mean my name B.o.B
When I'm on this mic I melt that fire
That's my job
I am a bomb
Try if ya want
Tick me off and I'm like lit up
So I
He likes it a lot
How would Richard Goldstein
Interpret this performance?
Obviously it's jazz-rock heavily
Influenced by Al Cooper
Honkus has been
Augusta
I musta just touched base with Usher
Cuz a sure-fire plan would be to just bust a rhyme and then act like I cussed a customer
Once again, I'm not
give a fuck, I don't play
Bitch, you think you saw this basket first?
You're ass backwards like motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay
Illest shit you could
the party
(In the party) i told her, "By nature, girl
Your ass naughty" (Your ass naughty)
She like "Sosa baby, my name is Nadia"
(Nadia)
She mad 'cause I
cool when ya with me
(Aye)
(Aye)
I been fuckin' with you for a lil minute
I must admit, you the realest
Keep the tool when ya wit me
Like Bob
me
To show the Free Bob right
The righteous Asiatic thinker
While Satan rob light
Civilised like the Molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth
don't play
B-, you think you saw this basket first?
You're a- backwards like motherf- Bob and Silent Jay
Illest sh- you could think I would say
Mind's
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
On time, I'm not overly tryin'
But on tracks like this, a bit of soul is required
It's been too long, but I been stokin' the fires
Still comin' with heat
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug-of-war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test
Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still
No I'm not italian but I'm something like a mobster
Bottom feeding Nigga not a shrimp he be a lobster
Head bob and Weavin off the weed like Rasta
a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high
many men just wanna pretend
Times ticking but I ain't talking big ben
New man in christ transformed by the word
Now i'm moving like i'm the new 10
I told
I mean everywhere I go like
If I do a show like
Everybody owe me, I’m the big macaroni
I turn it up, burn it up, rockin this bitch
Bag full of goodies
gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like "What's Beef?"
Me I'm like what's weed?
Weed is actually
To show the Free Bob right
The righteous Asiatic thinker
While Satan rob light
Civilised like the Molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth when Ali
Or either Dre CD's
Or maybe Illmatic by Nas
Or possibly doggystyle by snoop dogg
Lived it like religion
Critics call it modern day sorcery
Cause I follow
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