Lyrics:
gone
I can't believe it's the end of this rainbow
My cause to grieve
Punctuated by the weave and flow
My mind's in shiva mode but deep down I'm fake
I'll
sure wish that I would
Sick and tired of wasting time of guys like Billy Bob
Who willingly admit they think my brothers hot
Why are all the good men
Whole planet gone ape
Understand from afar Nashville to the 'Lone Star State'
Relate indicator instilled in me by men greater
This is where you belong
indicator instilled in me by men greater
This is where you belong strong you gon' be great
Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt
Fast like
Kneel to the pharaoh, surrounded by rings
Call me Saturn
Plays pitchin' the skip button
Shards up on the boulevard
So act hard, see to heaven to ask God
Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B
literate, literally you can feel that shit
And that's brick by brick
No manual, no plan at all, I had to build that shit (had to build that shit)
But I'm
to the tomb tell me just who is risen
Cuz all I know is whose body is missing
That's why I make a passion for Christ like Mel Gibson
I don't keep nothing hidden
A musical
And nothing's as amazing as a musical
With song and dance
And sweet romance
And happy endings happening by happenstance
Bright lights, stage
The Dream
BOB OLDREIVE
Hey, driver, let me feel the wind again
Won?t you roll your wheels and try to catch the sun
By twelve o?clock the Texas
124 to 88)
You gotta watch this show that's on
Watch what?
I don't know what it is, it's crazy
(The Nuggets just got by the Nets 114 to 112)
What
Ayo, the child born
By this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn
Consonants, protonouns worn out
my prime.
So I grind like a runaway slave wanting to be free.
But when it’s all said and done I’m just out here being me. Cmon
EVERYTHING WILL BE
VERSE
IT’S NOT LIKE ME TO SIT AROUND AND CRY
BUT I HAVEN’T BEEN MYSELF ALL NIGHT
I’M LIKE A COYOTE WAITIN’ FOR THE MOON
I’VE GOT THE IN THE MEANTIME
to worry
I know something's wrong, man, but I'm just probably overthinking, I mean, after all
I was just blinded by those eyes of yours, come to find I
Poppin' my collar cos my Tee &
Sneakers match, match / Its just the way it is, when I
roll its like that / find me by the bar yo, looking for
a night cap /
actin' like a fuckin' stoolie
Bury me in the golden urn
I'm The Last Tamuli
Y'all don't really want the fuckin'
Drama this is not kabuki
I squash
this week
New magazine read 'em and, uh
Watching y'all fold, mission complete
This ain't no punch, no bob and weave
I got the kick, deadstock no
say, "Hey, Mr. DJ, play that one again!"
Well, this a reggae music weh the people dem defend
And from now till a morning, vibes it nah go end
Me love
want me body people will walk you through it.
Step by step, like you're into new kid.
Inch by inch with the new solution.
Trench men hits, with no
Wonder even gon' regain his sight
cfrica's gon' be run by blacks
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
Ride like a maniac
cll in the Cadillac
livin' life
overslept
I'ma get the cream by any means
I put that on the set
Niggas seeing where I'm at and
They want my position
This is why you never catch
Me lacking
Wonder even gon' regain his sight
cfrica's gon' be run by blacks
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's back
Ride like a maniac
cll in the Cadillac
livin' life
And whips than the dealers and (grunt) than Rick Ross
more bitches than Nas and trees than Bob Ross
And points than a cactus and kills than Katniss.
More
.jpg/261px-Belinda_Carlisle_(14357874569).jpg "Belinda Carlisle"){kind=spacer}
Discuss these all of me by bob carlisle Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In