Lyrics:
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By jumping from this tree
Bob the tree sloth
Chasing your dream
Disoriented tree sloth
Follow your dream
Bob the tree sloth
Chasing your dream
lookin out
I drop signs like Crosby drop the babies
Enough to make a nigga go crazy
In the G building takin all types of medicine
Your ass thought you were
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
down in the fuckin parking lot
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Tall Jess, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack
Tagged ICP by the train tracks
And it was on, the dawn
star
To get hit by a moving car
Or drown in my own vomit
Soul is tarnished, gotta ruin her
And no one told me there'd be days like this
Sad face, I'll be
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
Just another microcosm somewhere in the ether
Putting a world to rights with Bing Crosby eyes
Oversharing and its bitter aftertaste
Exactly
Got me a gypsy wagon for my travels down the road
A little gypsy wagon that I call my home
Gonna spend each night underneath the stars by the river
of gypsy
But You won't get my heart again
Cause your hardly in
And I'm getting empty
Crash out with yo party friends
Imma do my dance
Knowing u don't miss me
thot
Bad bitches by my side like I’m Billy Bob
Yea, catch me in the section doing the Diddy bop
Runway model tryna lick me like a lollipop
Verse 2
you, this is proof my own story's a spoof
I'll always be a gypsy or forever be aloof
and if you never get to liking me it's okay too
but you've made it
also happen to me
I went to the fair with my brother Jim
When somebody through a tomato at him
Now a tomato is soft when it's wrapped in its skin
But
me and its evident
Off of me ya'll want benefits
We're not of the same element
My grind and shine is definite
Im smoking on shit that smell like cat
one seems, like a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
one seems, like a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
time, yeah
[Chorus]
She's got a little town talk
A pigeon toed walk
I'm hooked by the heart so its not my fault
She loves me strong, pours it on,
drowsy
In the cut so much that it's puss 'round me
Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours
Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it
If your tucks
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm
in tar
We are held in place
By a distant star
And it's just like gravity
Just like gravity
Pulls me
[Instrumental Ending (Acoustic Guitar)]
Your last dramatic scene against a night sky stage
With a memory so clear it's as if you were still before me
My once in a lifetime star of an age
the brothers on the pickup hood
And me on the ground
Then Bob flew all to pieces, but Randy - he held tight
When a black man in a suit and tie stepped into
you're at
Or at least it'll help you to feel it
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake
My head was out the window
Janey's fingers were in the cake
I
miss you.
Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart,
Dream of the field and the grove,
Can you hear me, hear me in that dreamland,
Where your fancies
Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows
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