Lyrics:
witness
So I just, I just
I just bob and weave, from the enemy
Under warranty, of a graceful king
I ain't pay no fee, ya you know its free
Devil ain't
so I'm flat broke
Better back back bro
Back to the back door
U can cap that back cold better grab coats
Cuz use to call me billy bob kno wat that's foe
to Belize, then to Tokyo
Houston and Harlem, Paris
Mediterranean Sea, I gotta beam out to Greece
I multiply by the, I triplify by degrees
I'd buy that house
rules to abide by
All my life you were there for me
Living so carefully
Had to change shifting the way that I live
I Went to college you said I ain't shit
I've been bossing a move
Dem boy living on snooze
Altenate bob init
I don't wanna chat about rambos but
I can tell you a little more about bando
2021
fit
Whatever you want in the world
Start by being it
I'll never star it, spangle it, banner it
Some voted it, it is what it is
Hope got choked out,
One by one I lost them, out on the dry leaf floor.
We learnt to push those flathead cars as hard as they could go.
Just like old Whiskey Bob, down
played a little eight ball, made a few bucks
Dropped a little change in that old jukebox
Time flew by, next thing I knew
I went for one but I stayed 'til
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Job 13:22
I've been away for a little while
And I don't like where it takes me
Out of touch I'm going out
and your friends, you play the licky licky
I figured it out when I caught that hickey
Between yo' legs with yo' chocolate slippy
Now Bob busy, gotta taught
can’t stop, won’t stop not a one size fit
Whatever you want in the world
Start by being it
I’ll never star it, spangle it, banner it
Some voted it it is
Don't you film this
You can't touch me
Did you see that
He just killed me
Sporting a Bob
Everyone's wrong
I've been murdered
By this song
Let me
Bob Rock left it.
I done a few shows where the Sheriff won't go
And most of those shows were with David Allen Coe
In the motel sleepin', the truck stop
of context
Don't carry a rubber, but always practice safe sex
I'll watch any kind series that you're into
By the end of season one I'll probably like it too
come back from the dead with a pen and pad, Ive been working hard for a red carpet spread in Cannes, I get into rap and make you bob your head to this
Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go, laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright
What
water drip like osmosis
I'll set the mood for ya, you know the vibes
Today, I got time for it, run Forrest
Five on me like I'm Bob Horry for the tribe
And the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken
The music goes all night
And it goes.
If I were Bob Marley, I'd say "Could you be loved?"
Hottest paper can't count it all alone
Mesmerized by the throne, addicted to doing wrong
I'm a stone cold killer, cards in the winner
Audemar ghetto like
(Neighborhood)
Heard the block is hot they want my top and I still came (For Real)
Still work that corner, My circle smaller cause Abel got killed by Cain
I lost
dey work and pray
Everything I do I dey put God first
Make e confirm make I no go fumble
And if I fuck up I go read by bible
Take a deep breath just
My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell
Backed by Mitch Miller and his Orchestra
Written by Bob Merrill
Peaked at # 2 in 1951
Competing versions
THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH
WRITER BOB STONE
I just stood there watching you
As you took off my ring
Then you gently put it in my hand
I guess I
nt by my actions
There's ntin too prove
You just being rude you need to be sanctions
You need to play cool I know you're a hater
Don't be so anxious
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