Lyrics:
I need good luck just like a clover, feeling like it's over
17 years sober had to pull over
One man's trash is another man's treasure
I gotta make
Christmas to you, my dear Bob!”
And Scrooge was better than his word,
He did it all and so much more.
And Tiny Tim didn't die
The man stood always by his
so suttin' might end up on a tee this week
Done studio time, done a re this week, with bussdown that ain't no Jesus piece, no
G17, G19, had a G17
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
THE SWAGMAN'S REST – Banjo Patterson
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave
At the foot of the Eaglehawk;
We fashioned a cross on the old man's
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 2 Corinthians 10:4, Ephesians 6:11-17
It used to be a distant call
Thought to be for some but never all
Now
Paying bills and getting paid
It's the easiest way to follow
Choice I'm expected to make
But I am too afraid to lose
My 17-teen year old soul
Trapped by
it from the mud, but they say I'm wrong[01:06.30]if I put it in they face[01:07.60]Thirteen years old, really doin' shit[01:09.17]Can't no nigga say I
their property
Word to Samson, the tongue will get you hung
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son
I heard him cursin'
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
it[00:11.96]I'm blowin' lines of bath salts, bitch I'm goin' ham[00:14.97]I sniffed about a gram and I don't know who I am[00:17.96]Now watch me as I change into
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
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
this shit is getting old
Man this shit is getting old
Ass man
This shit is getting old
Ass man
This shit is getting old
I been
I been tryna get it on my
what you're stealin'
Your open-wound style needed some healin'
You're stripped out by my flow
I'm glad you know behind
This spark I got the
Phattest
We were barrelling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
[Intro: RZA]
Yo, the great Digi
"What are you looking for?"
The World's greatest mind
Bob Digital
"Man with no mother"
[RZA]
Yo, try to cross
tried to entomb me
In their visions of where man's gone
Well, I'll tell you what, he's out on Highway One
I roamed the Eastern city
Hungry and all gritty
tuppence for your old watch back
Old iron, old iron
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
He'll get by, without his
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
We were barrelling' down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light was on our tail
He said, "You were doin' 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go
Woah, woah, wassup, wassup
Thanks for having me, I appreciate it
Thank you for stopping by
I see you got our voicemail, too cool to answer the phone
Yeah
help
In our land of milk and honey, there's a man who is counting the stars
His name is old Bob, talk to him if you meet him, he is the one who will bark
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