Lyrics:
gold
her eyes and lips a take ya sold
told my dawgs i'll never fold
but give me that in return
well ninja you live and you learn
some fly some
run-down porch
They say he's crazy - a village fool - an hermit forsaken by the world
But he's a groovy fella, so treat him right and he might play you his
B***** and that's that Money on stack Movin' so groovy ya b**** on my back
N***** that's facts/ Sponge Bob ready I come with pack
You lookin' lost that's
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
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
me feel so amazing
I wanna ride with you
I wanna smoke with you
I'm coming to get you
Girl you know I gotta hit you like
You make me feel so
interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is
gotta catch me when you can
Might see my face on the movie screen
Hypnotize you frame by frame and scene by scene
Stayin' fly while I keep it fresh
is the start
Mom nah my mom trust my mom
So where do we go when we die
So where do you see yourself in ten years
My number one goal is
I just wanna see
He Played Real Good For Free
by Joni Mitchell
sung by David Crosby on the Crosby, Stills and Nash album "Allies"
I slept last night in a good
a meteorite
So when the studio, no I don't need to write
Man I just came up in the game cause y'all just needed more light
So, so by the time I'm done their
to listen
There's no light at the end, I'm not optimistic
I said Mr Bob the builder won't you fix my soul
Please Bob won't you fix my soul
I said Mr Bob
over me
I got him tatted on my hand made by the almighty
Bob Marley in the middle of the night
Bob Marley make me feel so right yeah
Bob Marley yes im
to disagree?"
So Bernice bobs her hair and is instantly ensnared
In a trap so well prepared by Marjorie
Her hair was long, her hair was dark
Her hair fell
So I'mma eat that ass like Christmas
Girl, I don't give a fuck about the
Presents underneath the tree
None of those gifts mean shit to me
But you know
be claiming that she fine
So then why you using filters
Homeboy say he stacking bricks
Man you must be Bob the Builder
Oh my God yea on God
Y'all be
orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man
Yeah, make you a deal, check
These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubi...
Angel, I've got something to tell you Bob...
Rob-O...
Robby, love...
Bobby, honey...
Bobby, we've been
the background
Cause if music and money is the motive then you're so gimmick
Who's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich?
Boy stop
Wonky!
Should tell your man that you like to get it sloppy
I'm taking shots over ice like I'm Crosby
I make 'em mad with what I do because I'm not
'd hear electric storms on those humid nights
When it was so hot you couldn't possibly sleep
But through the static would come Bob Newhart
And I'd listen
at you, like bro, I told ya
Why, because we're Ryders like Winnona
Type of rhymes to find inside my folder
Might incite the minds, and break the mold,
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