Lyrics:
So Far Gone where do I belong
Just me trust me ima me win on my own
Oh please don't miss me
(No no no no)
Do what you do
Take a shot me you know I'm
back, so good to be back
Baby, it's good to be back in your arms again
Baby, it's good to be back, so good to be back
Honey, it's good to be back with
(Mel Tha Prophet, Deadly Three, Deadly Three)
(Mel Tha Prophet, Yeah, Deadly Three Shit)
So I, so I had to volunteer (Good will)
Not to be
smithy of damnation
Sometimes heated by his love
For his power and his gold.
Inside there was his humble little clerk,
His peddling name was Bob Cratchit,
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
inscribed on the list of people I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot then consider me Hell
I've been cracked for awhile
is fuckin' crazy
Poppin' like Jay-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest and bitch I've been ready to kill it, it's so
like a meth raid so to ease it up had to lace something smooth Some encouragement and something good that will pull you thru
Hook:2x
This gone make ya
stride?
I'm so sick and tired of just working at a job
I rather live my dreams than just take orders from Bob
But I can't take for granted might be
his cool
By side
I envy that
Everything shines
How sweet
Side by side
We're just so fond of him
By side
Parallel lines who meet
for the best disaster
Where I go it dont matter
Simon Phoenix check my demolition mamma
Oh Aeroplane, take me far away
B.O.B. yea
Oh B.O.B. my head as I
And someone's shouting on the box
A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
My newest friends have forgotten my name
But so have I, so far so good and home
You and me
And someone's shouting on the box
A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
My newest friends have forgotten my name
But so have I, so far so good and home
You and me
match, so both come into this game full of confidence and fire!
The coin toss is won by the Tornados and they have chosen to receive.
We get underway
lookin out
I drop signs like Crosby drop the babies
Enough to make a nigga go crazy
In the G building takin all types of medicine
Your ass thought you were
was born with a set of horns
By two fucking assholes on September the fucking fourth
Fuck it I'm fucking bored so fuck it and fuck it more
I'm fucking
to school and getting good grades and shit
But I'm seeing like, domestic violence in my house, and just, so much going on
And I'm sure everybody was
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
Tailgate Trombone Bob
Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"
What's that big belled instrument?
That sounds like
Well, you should see Polythene Pam
She's so good-looking but she looks like a man
Well, you should see her in drag dressed in her polythene bag
Yes,
the entire state
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I
the truth so far off, what good will it do?
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman
So swiftly
it's all good 'cause I've got my fire crackling
Got my music happening
And you know what?
I'm Christmas wrapping
This time of year just feels so right
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