Lyrics:
the rain
To be my father
In the fatherless days
Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from
Night and day
Washed by the sun
Dried by
What, what, what.
Every day’s a holiday in The Tank what
Make sure you bob ya head like it stank what what
Go stu widdit, go stu widdit, go stu widdit, go
(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill
begin to drive me insane
They have come to take me away
I’ll just take it day by day (day by day)
I’ll just take it day by day (day by day)
Out
I put out
And bow down to 'em and show them some courtesy, wow
The day that that happens I'll throw a fucking party in town
And invite the entire cast
putting in work like it's two of me
I'm tryna put one in the wind
Out in Miami where Tua be
I had to get me a FIN
Keep one in the head like a dolphin
You
Spending all day in the sun
With a chair in the sand
c Mai Tai in each hand
Digging some Bob Marley cover band
Soaking up the view
Of that Caribbean blue
Words and music by bob seger
There's a highway
A lonesome stretch of gray
It runs between us
And takes me far away
Out in the distance
Always within
poppin' tonight
We gettin’ there by eight
Go put it in my name
My bad bitch ‘Salondio’ in town, the high flames
Going far, We ain’t be tame.
Get them
feelin' in love
With you here by my side
It seems like I can't do anything right
I've been thinkin' 'bout us
And I'm feelin' in love
Every day, every day
(Bob)
When I go out, the sun goes in
The rain comes down and it soaks my skin
Jonah is my next o' kin
Darn the luck I shoulda stuck with
Home
blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right
Introspect connect the sect's and let this music make you fly
Close
Deltas to the AKA's
To ghetto ass hoes who name
They bad-ass son Tay Tay
Ray-Ray, and Day-Day, I'm bustin like a AK
Fuck around and find yo' ass
In
tomorrow
If the world blows up, I'mma stand on stars
Stand on stars
I might land on Mars, I'm so in touch I'm handling bars
The way Bob Ross paints his
Every day on the third or fourth page
There you was..you was quite the rage
Somehow you was all kinda cheap 'n wrong
Just like in a lotta small towns
I've got a real ambition for the task
Been assigned by Jesus Christ to carry out Redeemer's plans
Stepped up in the game and brought the Spirit with
Ayy, Bob, what up? Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy hey!
It's B-O, B-O lil' C on the beat
Haha yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah ah ah
the street
In the batmobile with the lights turned low
A six pack on ice so we were ready to go
The batbox blastin out our old theme song and robin
kept
There's a disc jockey in Hartlanberg
Who works at W.A.N.T.
He puts two or three eggs in him
And he's in your car by 6.00 am
He lives for
cold
And that bothers me
Now I understand 'cause I use to be a bad boy in my day
I know you're trying to protect your lil' feelings
But you can't run
the household
Never had a hand to hold
Even when I was homeless in the blistering cold, but I made it out
And if I can, you can no doubt
I know
One day
Trying to make a way, standing by the alley-way (for real)
Trying live to see another day you got me fucked up
You think i'm in the way (yeah yeah yeah
POV's
But my Niggas better go pro
Out chea chasin my P.A.D
You at DCU with yo B.O.B
And shidd, they dont even much know
Overhead on these hoes
I know ya
I was sitting on the
Couch reading yellow paper
A letter in reply
7 days later after I wrote 'em
"Stay strong, keep your faith in God
" what I told
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