Lyrics:
the pace
Jean-Guy and Jack herer
Follow lights to northern ways
A blue Hawaiian goes to pink island
Falls in Niagara, meets the violator
Followed by Bruce
raising
All my dawgs we solid like rocks
Told me he need it
I pass him a knot
We charge by the hour
They checking the clock
We fucking the drums
And we
find out I have
So many left for me, who are you?
Who are you? Come and step little bitch like who are you like are you who? Who are you? Like two by
five, six
My heart pounds the drums
In the soul while my mind strums
Sensation that's fascinating
And my hips start misbehavin'!
Latin, jazz, a blues
how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, look at me like "Bob
Why you stuntin' like that?"
Ahh, tell 'em blame it on the black Cadilac
I hop out that, haters, hop
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Czy to reggae czy rap czy to metal czy punk
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a pin
You helped me up and we went home
LA jazz to set the tone
Days like these
Make me feel alive
Glad that you're
Proud to be by my side
Look me in
You know I remember a few years ago, some funny things used to happen
to me, about 1956-57. At that time, there was no blues scene or, uh, not
really
friends to call me I need all your referrals
And all your repeat business brother soon as somethings getting a low
I'll just pull you down a fresh box
A.C.T.O
A.C.T.O
The Rain
Can you remember
The Rain
Can you remember
The Rain
Can you remember
The Rain
How's that
Me and Bob back to back and we
like when your woman says
"Tell me you love me" and you can't
If you see me grinning from my
Blue volks, running a yellow light
Driving straight into
you hot, nigga)
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue
in your heart
You took me with you, you took me with you
You're taking Bob Dylanâ?¦.
Man, those were the days (those were the days)
We listened to the songs Bob Dylan wrote
We sat there stoned and amazed
We forgot to eat, we forgot
pictures of places on
Google Images awaiting teleportation straight to Mount Gould or Blue Ridge
LA, the Palouse, Tortugas, the MFA Massachusetts
Or just any
throw in the towel
Her pussy leaking everytime I'm around
Land of the Lost and I ain't been found
Call me the deli sell it by the pound
Tappin' my celli I
you tell me how you can live in an apartment, with the pieces
of a person, rotting away with decay and not know?"
"I was totally sick, to tell
a youngster ate jazz and black
Freedom had a pistol it was just like that
Old earth gave me kisses to her coach and power records
Pumas these flavors busy b mic
the melody
The waves bring clarity
Running through me (yeah, it's runing through me)
Yo, I wear notes like coats
Blues like doos, warm from the rhythm, soul
Bob if you please"
Yeah, standin' at the crossroad,
tried to flag a ride
Ooh-ee, I tried to flag a ride
Didn't nobody seem to know me, babe, everybody
as the threat at hand and not the better man
Who never go a lot further, they're Bob Schmurdered
By a justice system going light on a Brock Turner
So I don't
pass me by
Standin' at the crossroad, baby, risin' sun goin' down
Standin' at the crossroad, baby, eee, eee, risin' sun goin' down
I believe to my
Give me a black goddess sister I can't resist her. No stringy haired blonde
Hair blue eyed pale skinned buttermilk complexion. Grafted recessive
See, people are all equal
Smiles are front and behind me
Swim in the deep blue sea corn fields sway lazily
All smiles all easy
Where ya from, what ya
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