Lyrics:
Engineered by Mark Evans
Mixed by Phil Bodger
Guitars by Robbie McIntosh (of The Pretenders)
Keyboards and Programming by Peter Vettese and Mark Evans
Strings
This is our time
I really got to give a shout out
To everybody worldwide that's
Going through it
All the third world countries, you feel me
I want
of the cliff
A nigga named Evan dude doesn't exist
Real talk the boy dead
Or got got by the feds
They put a piece on his head
They probably came to collect
designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I was a climber the way I climb higher
Time goes by I design up some
and let me drive you crazy
I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with a frame
And to make her feel special I let her
neighbour anyway
Shades of brilliance, the resilience sheer
Clear, have no fear
Do I have to keep telling you dear
I'm the Andrew Cameron Evans of this rap
I'm dropping an album on May 7th
There's no way out like Faith Evans
As blessed as they reverends (When you hear 'em say)
I'm the one that they
what my mood is
Might whip the ghost a nigga feel spooky
Whole time you hating you still in a hoopty
Car just broke down you begging like scoop me
My
That you were a king fit just for a queen
And I can tell from day one you were for me
Who knew that this love would be the legacy
You were right by
Come on man show you what
Told you listen up
I guess I'll never be the greatest
Back then
Bob Evans giving service
That time I almost went into
children everywhere!
At the first stroke, it will be
Ringo Starr thank you! "Good evening"
"Hello me dear i didn't know you were coming"
"I'm not
it low
Don’t mistake it for love
You used to call me the bro
You gave it up too quick
You must think I’m a simp
Why would I take you serious
Girl
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
my friend and my friend's name is Bob
Like the devil knows hell, I know Bob that well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his sixty-seven smells
Well enough
My love for you
Is like a angel flying through the sky
Like a bird in the winter and
Your love for me
Is so deep, and sorta like a black rose
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 there's one fact, don't get your skull
cold
In the game by the 4th by the loophole
And the girls all love how my crew roll
Oh boy na you know how you
Boys dey play the game
Cos she said like
English and Italian it
Tells the tale of a rich American woman
(played in Daniel Evans’s new
Production by soprano Renée
Fleming) who travels to Florence in
to you
We met on Monday by Friday we taking trips to the moon
Falling in love doesn't make sense
My mama told me it was dangerous
These niggas all
proved me right
Everything you ever said about me, was probably a lie
People really rarely ever say what they mean
They like to keep it hidden in
think that it's just
Twenty cold rooms full of stuff
I need to say it, let me tell you something else, Bob"
At the end of the day
Is really where it
it. Love you, buddy
Timmy
Yo, what's up, Dxsh
What's up, bro
Yo, when you drop that album and it goes platinum
Are you gonna give me some of those
sheep?"
When they hate me like they do, maybe grace is really cheap
Maybe this is all a lie, they don't really love me
They just love it when I say
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