Lyrics:
out of my heart
Again and again and again and again and again and again
You come back to me, boy
You come back to me, boy
Again and again
talking 'bout the pantry
Or the cupboards or the drawers or the cabinet
They tell me that I'm sharp so I guess I'll take a stab at it
Music's in my heart
a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Milky, and I'm back
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen
your head to bob to
I did it again, no surprise
Like Lil Tecca, go left & right
Shinin so bright like a headlight
Yeah I'm shinin so bright
I am up in
Owens)
Open up your heart, let my love come in
Open up your heart, let my life begin
The sun's a gonna shine, There'll be blue skies again
When you open
life in my Dufflebag
Hustlin' wrustlin'
Packin' up my stuff again
Uncle on a rampage
Drinkin' on that stuff again
Food to last a few days
Clothes for
of the music industry encourage
Me to change the walk
Of my songs when I write
From the deepest part of
My heart, my advisers say, I remind
People too much
need that, my love
Next and Next Lives
We found each other in this life
I know that
We will meet again in the next and next ones
Like we did in
My heart is like my brain
Your love for me, is like the air
You found me, it's great 'cause this is my age
And I won't let you go again
You were
My heart is like my brain
Your love for me, is like the air
You found me, it's great 'cause this is my age
And I won't let you go again
You were
again.
Bruce: I don't see where you get steamed, I mean, if the truss was gonna...
Nicko: Why I got steamed up Bruce is because he fucked me right up.
heavy
Carry the weight on my back
Wouldn't you think by now, I'd be ready?
To love myself and to love each other
With open arms, but my heart's not
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
Turn up on my haters, kush bag that's a ritual
Hold my niggas down, nickname should be super glue
Heart beatin' slow from the lean, but I'm used to it
on.
My heart is armored,
I'm haunted by big booty women,
With tights on,
I love it when they do me,
Especially with the lights on,
Pretty Trini
If all of my colors were at your disposal you still wouldn't get it
You'll still say that I'm bland so I'll just do it again
Hand me this mofuckin
Yo
This isn't for the faint of heart
What I bring is language arts
Effective method I’ve selected for pickin my brain apart
Creator sent a message
really like half baked, but fully wake to this rap game
And just last week dusted off the mic, put the pen and the pad in my lap again
These mumble raps
[Promoe]
World gone crazy...
For hiphop I've got a warm heart that keeps my feet warm
But a cold head when it's code red in the streetzone
?
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
[Chorus:]
Break it down! x3
Yo Bob
Music & lyrics: bob sheehan
Seven a.m. welcomes in the next morning
Here again
Early to bed, when must I rise
If given no reason, I don't need
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