Lyrics:
foot on the gas I ride a Harley
These ladies teasing the kid, so now I'm
Bob Marley smoking seshing I'm working hardly
Partly doing my work I'd rather
Speak and get up in her brains
Finishing all in her face
Taking up, I'm digging up
The less you know
I'm winning, uh
Got no problem, burn bridges
Moving
""Bob Venke, the Flamingo overlord
Has no qualms about annihilation
You should watch your back when he's in town
Or else it might be your neck
into Oblivion while I'm Tom Cruisin
Cruisin, Tom Cruisin
I've got more star power than the brightest sun
Cruisin, Tom Cruisin
Yeah, I jumped on a couch.
Steve: ...anyways, he did not deserve to get a bollocking... ...the time, I know why he got a bollocking, because you, you know, you dunno what
the wrong one (laughing) I don't think this is the right one.
We tookâ?¦we were in, um, Florida this weekend and we took the kids to Disneyworld, and um, you
They left us by the roadside
Down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel
Said boys I'm going home
We turned around to face our fate
told his men to turn us loose
They put down their guns
He said these are just some
Sorry kids, they ain't the ones
[Chorus]
They left us by
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
look
you do it all by the book
you a clone now hoe this ain't dial Jones
now hurry on home or give a dog here a bone
no point intended
yo shit
see we good to go, you know the rest...
Don't stress, love-love baby. Ah'ight?
Chorus
If you got time to give, I got time to think
See,
Tom Brady is single. Ladies its true
Facts or fiction? You tell me. I'll ask you (Okay)
Yeah, Mr. President's dead, shot by Donald Trump in the face
Was
Or whatever that's foreign to you
I find it funny that you embracing the storm
Wake up, ring the alarm
Or wake up with a bomb through ya
Its Baghdad, kids with
sins, but goddammit
Too many you motha fuckers think this game is tom clancy's
'Fore you heatin all these people down inside a jim dandy
Wont you think
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
To East Philadelphia
There's a new one
Comin' I warn you
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music go
over me
I got him tatted on my hand made by the almighty
Bob Marley in the middle of the night
Bob Marley make me feel so right yeah
Bob Marley yes im
Now, listen here and grab a seat! (Grab a seat)
We've got some words (Got some words)
That you must heed (That you must heed)
Of how things happen
BAP BAP BAP (hahaha! _
Scene kids, tired of gettin picked on by mean kids
and i'd hate to be obscene kid, but have you scene my penis?
(Oh I HAVE)
I
Voice) "Riff Raff you
Ain't got no kids" when I was 4 years old
Diamonds on my bib this only one of my cribs
I'm in Las Vegas
Diamonds across the pavement
an old restaurant
Or some new fly threads for you to try to flaunt
Or some weird knick knack for you could give your aunt
I got kid toys kid clothes
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
i'm about to make a killing
make them haters chill they just in they feelings
wrist work you can tell by how a nigga stir
drink more water but they
never seen now woah
I got kids to feed (aye)
I got goals to reach (aye)
Get it by any means (aye)
Came up with the team (aye)
I got kids to feed (aye)
I
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