Lyrics:
I thought the tropical breeze
And añejo tequila
Would do what it should
I thought that beach bonfire parties
And songs by Bob Marley
Would make
Most nights i'm in need by eleven
Sleeping gotta wake up at seven - forty five
And then I got an hour long drive, It's my demise
And I'm going
[Spoken]
Hell yeah!
[Sung]
Can I walk by without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me what you want from me,
Tell me what you really want from
a different schedule
ain't know I'll pop this biG, that's 40 racks or better
Street lights, my gang up under them
Step on shit, bob barkers, these ain't Tim's
say home is where you hang your hat
But it's hard when you a music man
Gotta give my heart and soul every night to another fan
From Alabama out
I woke up this
Morning feeling fucked up
What else is new? Like God be like
"To hell with you" to tell the truth
I ain't been to church in like three
Miss you by my side
Them summer nights
Them late, late night drives
Them summer nights
Missed you to-night
Them summer nights
Mmm
Them summer nights
Hey, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Another slepeless night without you
Tylenol PM aint working
and I can feel this distance between you
growing, and growing,
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company
We've been through hell and high water,
Ready to go through
wanna but I know I fucking gotta
Obtuse rubber goose, got a noose, round my neck
I'm like check, how I look, bob my head, to some tunes
I'm so lonely Bob
Bob Marley by my lone, I’m unknown, all these other niggas phony, imitating bunch of clones
Switch flows, switch blade
You lack everything ay
I just
we're gonna make it
down to tomorrow night's show
We took time by the horns
Cryin' out loud
Stood there naked up there in front of the crowd
Been
on some night moves like Bob Seger
High on life, right here and now
Just a little bit more than the law will allow
Marchin' to the beat of my own drum
Got
the rails."
But he found the rails on that summer night
For a better place -- or worse,
As we watched by turns in the flickering light
With an old black gin
save the children
Escape the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow steel by night
(repeat 2X)
[movie dialogue]
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
of the week went to working
I was too tired to get about much but that
Friday night I did get to the West End bar
I sat and waited for Cass hours went by
After
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
genuine
Shaking like a gelatin
Mind can't rest from screams now
Surrounded in my house by crows and hell hounds
I have never have peaceful dreams
Yea night
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
just end things
But fuck
I love it
This lust
It's nothing
It's in my head
Can never rest
Sleep in till 2 pm
Wake up thinking about my past
Everything
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
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