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Let's Talk About Gender Baby, Let's Talk About You and Me (The Knife) · Talk Talk Talk (The Psychedelic Furs) · The Psychedelic Furs/Talk Talk Talk/Forever Now/Mirror Moves/Midnight to Midnight (The Psychedelic Furs) · Talk Talk Talk [Expanded] (The Psychedelic Furs) · Talk Talk Talk (The Psychedelic Furs) · No Bad Talk or Loud Talk 1977-'81 (Joe Ely) · Talk Talk (George Maple) · Talk That Talk (Johnny "Hammond" Smith) · Spirit of Talk Talk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Very Best of Talk Talk (Talk Talk) – and 90 other albums »


no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature
But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause

B.O.B
At 2 p.m. she eats a late lunch by design 
So that she’ll have some self-control at dinnertime 
Not much at all gets done on Friday afternoon 
So
George:	11:45 pm. I rode over the King's Highway. I saw a man. Stopped
to talk to him.

 Pardon me, Sir. Could I talk to you for just a minute, Sir?
ghost
Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral
For stunting like Evel Knievel
I let you see where that bright light lead you
The more you talk, the more
now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me can't you see I'm gonna cough
have sex with it or leave it alone
3-D Jesus by my bedside
Talks to me when it's late at night
I thought I left you in Sri Lanka
Working the desk
to talk you the wrong way off a ledge
Let me help you hold the glock against your head

Let me help you tie the rope around your neck
Let me help
to talk you the wrong way off a ledge
Let me help you hold the glock against your head

Let me help you tie the rope around your neck
Let me help
all have sinned
But Bobs a good dude please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge
Please blame it on the sun of the mournin'
George:	11:45 pm. I rode over the King's Highway. I saw a man. Stopped
to talk to him.

 Pardon me, Sir. Could I talk to you for just a minute, Sir?
now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me can't you see I'm gonna cough
now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me can't you see I'm gonna cough
life)
Need to know, what's going on?(Please tell me)
Can we make this house a home,
Oh (oh) Florida can I talk to you? (Can we march all over this land)
know Tibbs, you don't know me

Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps



[Chorus: RZA]


Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make
the flavor with the because it pays
It's written by the groceries, or should I say the veggies
Come over here fair maiden, allow me to pull the wedgie
from
and a prophet
Bob Marley taught how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me can't you see I'm gonna cough it

Give it away give it away give it
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan
Yeah I smoke cheeba, it helps me with my brain
I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane
People
and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me can't you see I'm gonna cough it

Give it away give it away give
premeditated
My alibi cannot be faded
By the time they find the body
Me and my deejay rock the block party
Deejay please rock the Bob Marley
Let's tap
yo' sweet pussy let it breathe
Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in
Grab
maybe there's something wrong with the default mechanism, lets give it another shot.

Well, she took me back further and it got more scary
I was an ice
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
layin' shocked when the bullet hit
Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna "Fuck for Free" like Akinyele
Now I gotta let her