Lyrics:
got time to kill
I'm intricate to be up in it
So I defend every minute, cons hoping for dimes to deal
Perimeters occupied by a few chosen
To take
the kicks straight chilling
The manny hopper
In his lanky posture
These free kicks got me feeling
Like I'm pro for my favourite sponsor
From a switch tre
Down
That’s how it hurts me when
People try to tell me
What to do when I’m going for my heart
And like, you know, try to
Tell me what to say, this ain’t
Still made my way brick by brick
To the top pass the tip
This can't be good as get
Fear nun what you scared of
Grip the cutta like a bear hug
Lost him
I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow
Like a turtle 'round this ho
And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho
Whats the word
people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock
Ayy, Bob, what up? Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy hey!
It's B-O, B-O lil' C on the beat
Haha yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah ah ah
it takes to let go
Tell me what it takes to let go
Hands in a fist this has got to stop
Every time I look it's a body drop
I wanna be free
I wanna be
I'm chillin
Yea I'm chillin like a villain
Bumping Andre 3000 and some Bob Dylan
Are feeling what I'm feeling, are you feeling what I'm feeling
THESE FOOLISH THINGS (REMIND ME OF YOU)
(Holt Marvell/Jack Strachey)
Oh! Will you never let me be?
Oh! Will you never set me free?
The ties
clit on my clock
And my new shit rock (Yeah)
Cause they said Lew gonna slip
But he's not (No. No.)
Damn, I might not
Cause I just hip-hop
And I'm kinda
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
What the young trend settin musician I be
Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring yo mrs. By me
I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t
If I
getting money you cant tell me how to do it
Pull up in a rolls and I told you that's my new whip
Side by side when we sliding it be tandem
Tell me what's
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
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
that’s what I’m into
Though I’ve got struggles
One handed snuggles
Are a sin too
Me too
You should always
Use two
Hands
But don’t get handsy
Without
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
they laugh like I told a joke
And to this day they think I'm sellin' coke
I want to be free, ohh yeah
(And that's the truth)
I want to be free, ohh
ain't playing with niggas, no sir not me
And they can't blindfold what my third eye see
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free
And the coupe
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
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
don’t have to pay for shit I’m a rap star
Hook
Bob your head to the beat till your neck breaks
My lines are fortified like Kevlar chest platess
Cutting
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