Lyrics:
This is a song by bob dylan that I wrote today
Before the clock strikes you would rather be dead if you don't find a new place to roam
Undercover
be giving a ring to my dealer
Bob
Got a beer by my side
And spliff in one hand
Ain’t a worry in my mind
Shit I forgot the lighter
That’s my man
Got
the bobs
Bitch fuck the raws
Young nigga, just live my life I hit your bitch and fucked her raw
Before a nigga started trapping, bitch I swear I used to ball
lease
Now I think she by the 3 train out in the east
Last time I heard she was an artist
I hope she's alive I cant deal with grief
And I know she dont be
In the beginning was the spoken word
Holy Spirit The trinity in the third
Rhythmic Inspiration for generations
Man shall not live on bread alone
But
In the beginning was the spoken word
Holy Spirit The trinity in the third
Rhythmic Inspiration for generations
Man shall not live on bread alone
But
gwres y tân!
Pam est at fron yr afon,
At foroedd geirwon llydan?
O ben y bryn dwiu0027n disgwyl
Ar bob hwyl syu0027n agosau
Ond nid oes un yn perthyn
i
deserve half of it"
The kind that drop a thousand songs before I made a thousand back
I pay it no mind though, 'cause in my head, I know
That's just
Marin,
I got redwood dirt stained on my skin, I
Don't always love the place I'm in,
So i drive into the night with a song to sing, like
Cut Hunting,
A man that saves
By the wood of a cross
I am not afraid to say
I live for Christ
His name will separate
The men from the mice
Be bold, Be strong
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these H-Town streets
Man it's
some thoed dudes, from the Southside
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys
some thoed dudes, from the Southside
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
a song about the pound a week rise
And the men who were fooled by the government's lies
And it's down you go
Down below, Jack
Where you never see
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these H-Town streets
Man it's
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these H-Town streets
Man it's
Money out
Baby this is a robbery
You said that my songs lame
But your favorite artist probably rap bout' the same thing
I'm just being real mane
Man
Didn't know if I was ready
But I know I'm sure now
Tryna live fast not mother fucking die huh
Find the fire I'll flash my light
Just a kid that is not
life would be
If I hadn't always had Bob Dylan with me
I mean everything he wrote
I'm strung out on heroes
My friend Jeff Lewis says Songs cbout
some thoed dudes, from the Southside
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys
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