Lyrics:
I'ma pop a roxy
Walking out to paparazzi
Yeah we on an e-way off some E aye
Kicking it with my shawty
Yeah we posted at the Crosby
Rolling doja not
In a winter wonderland
The snow begins to fall
As Christmas spirit fills the air
I'm hoping Santa hears my call
The magic of love is in the air
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubi...
Angel, I've got something to tell you Bob...
Rob-O...
Robby, love...
Bobby, honey...
Bobby, we've been
Written by bob welch.
Two different glasses are filled with champagne
What is the meaning of this ?
Cause all of that atmosphere painfully made
Has
got no friends, man
Ain't got no future planned
Just Barney, my fiddle and the forest and I Bob T
"Fiddle, eh?"
"Yup. Here, let me show you what i
through
The dusty streets of Italy in a cage
And later confined to a madhouse
Celine robbed, hooted at, tormented by
The French
Fitzgerald who finally quit
was by those city lights
I deleted my playlist and all the shows we watched in bed
Happy hour's over
Romance is really dead
Nothing happened like I
Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
on that stage
Fans been screaming out my name
Chedder Bob Chedder Bob
Yeah we need that change
And I won't stop till the whole world knows my whole
grandpappy
flashbacks of money in my mattress flip it over now you see how i'm packing
had a love for mathematics wanna play then buy madden
proud
my cards right
Photo free exits from baby's bedside
'Cause they don't yet know what car I drive
I'm just tryna keep my love alive
With my
And stuck with lust so trust
Me when I must
Fly by in my cabriolet
Candy painted, violet
Light your soul and fire it
And it'll make you desire it
Ultra high
a bitch got to kill me two times
Now bob your head to that fucking line
Switching up the flow and the beat same time
Never say my name and lame same time
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
cards right
Photo-free exit's from baby's bedside
'Cause they don't yet know what car I drive
I'm just tryna keep my love alive
With my bartender, hold me
they grilling me uh
I show the love they still hate on me uh
I’m on my grind, tryna give back by getting mines
Nah they ain’t feeling me
Uh
Red coupe,
love goes
All my imaginary lovers, yeah
Unicorns & Rainbows
Yeah that's the way my love goes
All my imaginary lovers yeah
I had this date
The boy was
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
my friend and my friend's name is Bob
Like the devil knows hell, I know Bob that well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his sixty-seven smells
Well enough
hear the loud voices, that's my homies calling
Open up the windows, let the angels fall in
As I bob and weave between stars
Learn and dream between
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)
by my serenade in blue
Why must I go on dreaming of
An imaginary love
Wish I had someone to sing to
One that I could kiss and cling to
No one hears
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