Lyrics:
Evans
Bob Evans, yeah, I got that association, Bob Evans"
I was with my friend's sister Debbie
When I was 18 in Ohio at a local thrash metal show
We
It's
The Boy
Deep Breaths
I'm sitting by myself at Bob Evans
And I never really believed in Heaven, so I
Wonder where it is exactly I'm headed
Cuz
at a super with power
What was Russia without the czars?
What was Henry Ford without the cars?
My grandparents worked at Ford factory
So Henry is nothing
Could never throw shots at a super with power
What was Russia without the czars?
What was Henry Ford without the cars?
My grandparents worked at Ford
gilded
Catch me at Bob Evan's with a mother fucking burger, right?
Shit's so good I fucked around and bought their fucking merchandise
Go to my car
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
right chasing girls in his Camaro car
Well Bob was sharp, but he was a kind of a clown
There were few long faces when Bob was around
His family
every day
Opening doors only to have half of them close again
(Yeah)
So now I got my ode written
I was told different
When I was growing in primary school
called home
Spun by force was fate so sealed
Magnetic testament to frigid feels, frigid feels
Feels of blame and shame
Pulls my lost and found again
What
scared and can't believe that their whole crews
Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes
I'm dope on a rope virgins water elope
I do the hustle
Drum
Drive by the church, take the road to your left and look for a fading sign
Leave your car by the lake, walk an hour and a half on the path that
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
considered tall if short meant tall
And if his mom got hit by a car
He'd pass on the funeral for basketball
But at least you didn't say SMB
Despite what Tres
Impersonating Dizaster
I'm authentic, my brain is large, augmented
My car rented, it's cause your Swisher
Switching cigar scented
I'm barbaric with bars but never
to rise
I'll chase you off of this earth
I got dreams, of holdin' a Nine milla, to Bob's killer
Askin him why as my eyes fill up
These days I can't
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
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
a great guy, too
And he gave me
A couple of lessons once
And Evan, the bassist
Taught my friend Rob
Some bass
And my friend Adam
Knew Jack's family
But I
and a voice come from the sky
A half a dozen unmarked cars came screeching to a halt
They grabbed Bob, he started screamin' it was all my fault
There were men
again in my head
Oh but Los Angeles ain't that far
And the rest of the girls
Said they'd be there, by my car
mom bought a car from sellin' crack
My mom hate when I talk
'bout her sellin' crack
Check my background, I been to hell and back
He Cashed App me, I'ma
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
the silicone
Fuck it, I'ma build her a home
I'ma get my Bob the Builder on
I had to sеcure my home
And fuck what you said, i was on my own
Twin Glock nines, onе
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