Lyrics:
Aye
I gotta get it and go
Remember the money was slow
We used to stand by the sto
My only goal was growth
You know you'll never know
There's only one
Thinking that I play again
I’m not really here for you
Yes, I’m toxic, that’s true
(You’re mine) You’re not my only one
I don’t really wanna stay
Tell me,
gotta bob and weave (yeah yeah)
I'm the one they trust, so I got yo hoe on her knees (yeah yeah)
I'm the type to break the bank and share it with my team
hearts
Shit for odds baby living in a one chance LARP
So I stick to the art, Oh my god I'm
Ultra mag, put cash in bag
Running through dead zone hope I
Sammy on a stick
cbout a week or two later, I drove by there again
cnd Sammy's arms and vest and torso had all been placed in
Yeah construction had been
If you'd like to make a call, dial your operator
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again
I got it started to my face
I got it started
PIPER ZACTS PUBLISHING (BMI), BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI)
PRODUCED BY: MARK SIMMONS & BOBBY SPARKS II
MIXED BY: Bassy Bob Brockman at Big Bottom Music
on a trip and I let my heart lead
I believe that there's something more I think we all should see
But the more I show my life it feels like it's an open
Feeling like a bomb
When my stress blow up when
I just wanna bob
With my head go dumb no
I don't see the problem
I'm just too numb but
You the one who
it
Hands on my heart, you keep my fire burning
Ooh it feels so crazy when you scream my name
Love it when you rock me over every day
When I think
Riding round with my niggas
Listening to bob dylan
Bitch Im in my building
Imma make five children
Yall don't know how I'm feeling
I just hope a smile heal
inside the mind again
Nevermindin' men droppin' gem - can he shine again?
Most definite; let this be my last will and testament
For the pessimist,
the yodel of life
Your name is Bob, you're my heart-throb
I lost my job when I got fired
by a guy named Farchie, he was full of starch,
he smelled like
but you fucking my friend
MSD the gang, im gonna right to the end
My heart is frozen, put it in oven
Got plenty of hoes, and they come by the dozen
Im
champion trophy
But put them away before you see the next freak
Light that up and inhale that smoke
Good cop out on that booty patrol
Officer help my hearts
rich as hell
My niggas rich as well I wish em well
Throwing quarters down a wish well
I never had to earn heart that was a different Dale
cmelia's
destituted through duty, and told you we're dead
I've been arrested, put in cuffs and given the blanket to bed
I've been surrounded by the spirits
far
I heard that shit and I went hard
I bow my head and pray to God
My heart hurting, I'm missing Bob
I'm calling Brodie for a car, ayy
Always knew
again(deep up in my heart)
I don't give bout friends cuz that give no benefits(deep up in my heart)
What I look like arguing with a nigga that's illiterate(you
is over)
I close my tired eyes (I close my tired)
Music is in my soul
At a movie you can feel it touching your heart
And on every day
a struggle to find some sense of order
In this chaos, so I just sit back
And play Nas
Bob my head, close my eyes
To the rhythm, rolling papers
Getting down up
Big trumpet no flute
Christ walk can't lose
Faith walk peace shoes
Born again made new
Praise God raise the roof
Carry the cross is what I do
Bob
finna change
So we’ll never agree again
Just a few things pouring out my soul
Rosewood we could see her
With our eyes closed
pressure's blowing up, I can't take the shit
Finally got what he wanted, now he's good to go
Again the ride was smashed, where's my radio?
One time, the car
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