Lyrics:
Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll
The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr toad
Popularized by Bing Crosby
(17) Gina Lollobrigida: Famous Italian
Actress born 1927, still living (93 in 2021)
One
Prayin' to the East, running from the West precinct
If I kill a man, does that make me less decent?
If I hurt a man, does that make me less lenient?
They
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C
We had some moonshine whiskey
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
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
gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
I was layin' in the bar ditch prayin' I would die
When a light come on above us
Whether crimson or trimmed, I'm going in!
Sick it is
Livin' in sin within
Grim it is
Mind is bent
Bitches they prayin' and want me to be
The most perfect
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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I
a nigga soul livin' too fast
Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take a hold of me (hold)
Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
call
I was tryna be humble I came from humble beginnings
Circle got be small some niggas don’t see the vision
Ever since a young bull I’m makin' money
to pray!
You walkin' around like a gangsta, gangstas pray! Thugs pray!
Tell me somethin'; if you ain't prayin', where would y'all be today?
Where would y'all
Yeah I got that thing tucked don't become a bystander
Feel like Bob the Builder with my hammer
That red light mean, I'm recording with my camera
Like Arnold on the chopper, bruh
Jesus season
He the reason
Lookin' at the schedule
Comin' down, we movin' up
I'm prayin' on the regular
What's next for
under me, rumors
Will begin about you from hung-r-y pumas!
Hoping, wishing, prayin' when you're gonna be sooner
When I'm dead I'mma get up in the head
I was down I was prayin' for my glory
Couple niggas didn't know me
No nigga gon' price when we done high
I ain't never let no beef just slide
brother Bob got the Pz, finna bust em down
And I ain't worried bout no niggas that's not around
I stand on my own two, I hold my own ground
Bitch, I'm good
hear my penance while I'm prayin'
Since I been put on this earth, my heart continue to hurt, I just can't take it
When worse come to worse, you put in
a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high
Wills - Cherokee Maiden; Buck Owens - Tiger By The Tail; Hank Williams - goes without sayin'. Now that's what I'm dob
Yes sir, that's what I'm talking
beyond the enemy
Full evaluation that I'm sittin here displayin
Prayin that I'm never outdone by the doubts conveying
Swaying , all momentum in my favor
want it twice
One of a kind, know your everythin' is one of mine
Wanted posters with my face, they know who I'm wanted by
Yeah
Yeah
Cold hearts
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