Lyrics:
a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Look
A lot of haters attack but
It's my job to speak the truth
wrong with Santa Claus?]
[Bob: There's nothing wrong with Santa Claus, but...]
[Anything Muppet #1: Don't you like Christmas?]
[Bob: Oh, I love
but that's the truth, I swear!
I might come to the top then drop off with a fuckin' parachute
R.I.P my brother Paris, ever since then I've been deadly
MC Lyte]
Come along way but we're still not there yet
[Bob Marley]
I'n'I will see you through
Jah knows the mighty cry, the truth it cannot hide
Carlisle (also of the girl group The Go Go's) but her management a the time turned the song down.
Would this song sound out of place on a Belinda Carlisle
on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger
The 44
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap, they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject matter is still the same
Production selection is
compete is the only thing winning
Obvious that men are intermediated by women
But it's obvious that women have
Greater power within em'
With that said it's
reverse the crash
reverse the blast and reverse the car
Reverse the day and there you are, Bobalob
Lord forgive him, we all have sinned
But Bob's a good
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
like "ladadada"
Yea I lay back let my head bob, keep on thinkin' 'till my heads strong.
I don't really know what's going on, but im back on the truth
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
you know, after they picked that "Truth" beat
I was figuring I was gonna get some more work
But shit just wasn't poppin' off like that
I was
conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless
when we lead out
Now looky here, my big ideas
Gonna get me in trouble now amongst my peers
But have no fear, no bother cry tears
You're just miles
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
we went to Bob Evans and sat and drank coffee
And I tried to talk Debbie into a calmer state
She was so distracted and I tried to console her
But
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