Lyrics:
it in my veins
Yeah these songs are cries for help, but never seeing a hand
I just wanna help the fucking people! FUCK AN ADVANCE!
At the end, you can
an afro
If you need that work just hit my cellphone
I got the pallet and the balance
Got the hammer and the mallet
Bang
Chains on, Bob Ross tee, that's
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
Jean Claude: Now Madame Blueberry was a sad little berry
She lived by herself in a house in a tree.
Her butlers would show up each morning at nine
lies, to our children
Telling lies, to our babies
Only truth, can take us...
Verse 2:
I don't want no computer chip in my arm
I don't want to die by
possess any advantage over us
In fact, we think you are liars
He said, O my people, tell me, if I have a clear proof from my Lord, and a mercy has come
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
Baby umma winner
Translated don't remember you
Bobbin headz and poppin bottles
That's all a winner do
Still got sand between my toes
I been in the Middle
It's carb season
Crunch berries
Rice Krispie treats
We got beaucoup
All I need is a bean bag chair
And Bob Barker on my Roku
Staycation in my living
never born in this life to lose, I ‘gotta dig deep inside I might get bruised
My habits are reflections of the life I choose
So, do you get up and grind
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
that?
In the crib that you livin' at, you
Only got men on ya wall
Where are all the women at?
I been could scrap, and you a decent height
But if my fists
I think we all do is go through life trying to figure out, you know, what are we supposed to do, what are we supposed to be
I mean, everything has
like to thank all, all the wonderful folks, and I'd like to thank you, too." ELVIS
"Three young singers were killed today in the crash of a light
When I lay my head down
I think of the bodies
That are all in my bed now
Reaching for somebody
And I blame you
Cause I really wanted was you
And now
Bob Brown
Everybody tryna get it when you got it
Want deposits too big for my pockets
When I get it, spend it all with my partners
And a nigga tryna
of my-my-my
Out of my mind-mi'-mi'-mi'-mi'
I'm out of my fucking mind
Out of my fucking mind, mind
What's your name? B.o.B?
So, they calling you Bob
home
All that shit that y'all talkin', y'all can pop it to them
'Cause Ludacris will beat you down with a prosthetic limb
I put my foot so deep in yo'
drawn
Since we in Philly and all
My friends are dead
I choose to walk around wit' my Uzi on
You talkin' "Bars is back"
Nigga I had bars back when
Biggie
Rip, you are the kinda girl to make it work
Baby, you're all I need
Give me a night, you just need me in your life
Water, tequila and Pedialyte,
Bernice bobs her hair in the barber's in the square
All her new-found friends are there to see it done
Bernice bobs her hair she's been driven
cll about me
Gon let the bass drop, it's all about me
Now let ya head bob, it's all about me
Don't let the party stop it's all about me
Just
Bitches on my dick and they're wanting my baby
You're so precious I swear to God
And you know I make your head bob
And all I hear is this and that
But
All I can jump are the fires you've lit
Yet you have the cheek to call me the arsonist
Would be the most amazing opening line of a poem
But
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