Lyrics:
lookin' 'round...what is 'e tryin' to tell me? What's the problem? (mumbles something unintelligible)
Steve: Can't you understand? Can't you understand
Trying to escape the lows
I mean when I get sober
It's not you it's me I gotta Go
Can't let no one get closer
Cuz I been down that road before
I'm
on or how
Many bricks they flippin and I mean
I really don't need to hear that shit
To be honest with you dawg
It's cool you flip birds
Don't bring that shit
Get in your room and study
I'm that nigga in the back
You can call me your buddy
Cause I'm rollin' up the weed
So we can smoke the next plenty
Hey, so
gotta be illegal, Bob!)
I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit
Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit
Witnessess, "I ain't
Heya Tom, it's Bob, from the office down the hall.
It's good to see you, buddy, how've you been?
Things have been okay for me, except that I'm
gotta be illegal, Bob!)
I can bring them chrome things for that drastic s***
Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic s***
Witnessess, "I ain't
you processing this?
It's gotta be harder for you than it is for me
You got a 13-year-old kid"
But Kevin's on New York time
And it's 6:30 AM, and so
Sunset Sunday starts feeling scary
Bob Saget hosted a sweet sanctuary
Who do you love and who do you tolerate?
Tom made it fun watching grown men's
would get you seventeen, that's seventeen
I mean yesterday was everything if there's no hope for tomorrow
And money ain't everything, I can go broke
to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray
woadie just rolled this
And I'm all up in her body a thotty can take dick
You niggas be faceless all stuck on the same shit
Y'all be stumbling and fumbling
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.
can be? Maybe RIP (Gone)
Damn, this means I'm toast, no suicide note
Nope
You and I both know to do that's not O
No way
(There's no way I'd ever do
to go to Starlets to see K Benji, uh
Now I got YellowDol on me (me)
You can't get this style for free
Look at me, uh, bad bitch on me
Yeah, my bitch
a ambitious, all my vehicles match my drive
I' so strong like I could splash by tides
That's besides the point
You transgrammar with you glass disguise
Can
Why're we still together?
Oh I can't leave you till you're dead...
You mean till death do us part?
I mean like cyanide, strangulation or an axe to your
or mordern uncle tom or a religious uncle tom Doing the same thing Today.
I never follow the herd I can do what I want
the red white and blue I could vote
need a half-back Bobby boy
Who can run?
There's a man to see you in the office Jack
Bob, I'm going home I've had a rotten day (you are home, Jack)
no you and me
There is just a blob
We could call it God
We could call it Bob
Hi Bob
Thanks for being
So complete
Thanks for putting me at ease
Thanks
Mr. Bob Dobailina
Oh were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?
I stretch like a condom and gets plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
fly with a Webcam
Uh, Big Cola node do can
Nobe d*** them carry take nak beat
You be 2 Pac why you too pack meat?
I no pay for exam but they say make
and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open
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