Lyrics:
finally extinguished.
Mr. Stranger, aka The Bone Man, goes to Dublin
Space. Time. Rhythm. Static. Kinetic. Truth. What is truth?
Silence. Do you know?
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
Down at the shore where the cool waves smack,
You'll find Gorgo spinning at Crazy Crab Shack.
Lobster Bob's the host with the most,
Pointing out
been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
To pass the time
Had someone shave his
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
Yeah
Bruh
They, they coming for us
Bruh
They coming for us, yeah
Yeah this PM is sus
Yeah this PM is sus
Bojo
Yeah you can fuck right off
Lil' punk
Yebo, been hustle from the AM to the PM still keep it G
Eastside tjo do it right straight from PMG
If I don't do nothing Ima rep from the dust
Ain't
been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
To pass the time
Had someone shave his
the one and never two
Always coming home to you
If you come by my way then you're stuck with me
I got too many hoes tryna fuck with me
I ain't tryna waste
in the PM
Like the football league
That shit's going straight into divisions
We're some real drug dealers
You won't need a prescription
All of my
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
you are
You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’
Up this mothafucka!"
All I was thinking was
Since there's nothing else
To explain here, I'm done with this dude
So
maidens
The King's daughter may be next
[St. George:] Mmm-hmm. You got a lead
[Chief:] Oh, nothing much to go on.
Say, did you take that .45
outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys
a teen
He made the most fearful mien he had ever seen
He was just staring into nothing, he couldn't say a thing
Someone told me you see yourself bleeding
Clap)
(Stop, Clap)
(One, two, one two three)
Proceeds to perform RUN live
Calabasas, california 8pm monday night
Got big arms
What's up with you
You got a lead
Oh, nothing much to go on.
Say, did you take that .45 automatic
Into the lab to have them check on it
Yeah. You were right
I was
nothing stop you
Hook:2x
This gone make ya bob ya head & groove & this gone lift ya spirits up that's true & this gone make ya wanna 2 step & move said
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandanna
Pussy wetter than Louisiana
You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone
I keep it real flyer
wants a piece of me
Just came back from linking Nitz, now I'm taking pics at meet and greets
Hit the road at 8am by 12pm that's 101
Now i gotta go link
asked
"How are you processing this?"
I said I was in the studio getting ready to sing
Then the drummer walked in and said
"Hey, did you see this?"
I
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
Discuss these nothing on you by bob pm 1138 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