Lyrics:
car window
I step all over your Margielas, you caught feelings
Yo' heart spinning, my bars illing
I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm authentic
Your
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
I like my music playing loud on the highway
Pedal down get on over your in my lane
Didn't make it this far listening to what you say
So I’m living
do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
with my bitch
And I'm hopin' that one day I'll make her rich
Already know that it might get dirty
Real life goal is that I'll live past 30
Hair a bit
I can't write songs like Bob Dylan
I can hardly make words rhyme
And even if I could I know
I'd be wasting all my time
I tell myself I want this bad,
Elvis lives and Bob Dylan is dead
And OJ's wife's crawling back from the dead
Love is great
Oh yeah love is good
And my bed friend thinks that
Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Hughes Stadium, Colorado
University, Fort Collins, CO, 23 May 1976,
Transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
takes me to paradise
Yeah your sex takes me to paradise
And it shows yeah yeah yeah yeah
Cause you make me feel like
I've been locked out of heaven for
(Honestly, just trynna learn how to be honest with myself)
Benn trynna wrap this shit up for a while you know
(When you feel like you're the only
to me
You show me love I've never seen
You take my heart and give it to me
When Dylan sang Ramona in the taxi that night
I knew it right away would
be
The world's most elaborate joke
Have you heard the old joke about the musician
Trying to be the next Bob Dylan
All of his hopes for his future
These days I hustle drop bars in my basement
But Dylan was chillin and he made like a villain
Said I'll bet you a million that Russ will change how you
rather live my dreams than just take orders from Bob
But if I take for granted might be a blessing disguised
Do I just shrug my shoulders and take it in
the king bow down
And next time you get a cut
Make the barber trim the eyebrows down
My fans like, "Cass' you the best"
Damn right I was battling before
high off that homegrown
Get stoned with me
Take a little hit off this Cali weed
This reggae music gonna make you dance to the beat
It's getting hazy up
of my mind
Uh, yeah
The same thing on my mind in my cup again
Make my house feel like Buckingham
Try to understand we don't have a decent plan
So we keep
on some night moves like Bob Seger
High on life, right here and now
Just a little bit more than the law will allow
Marchin' to the beat of my own drum
Got
couldn't make up my mind
And that made me the villain
We were way too high
And walking on the ceiling
I fucked her friend on the side
Bumping Bob Dylan
I'm
I went on my own to
Jamaica, to Bob Marley's old studio
And sang of a lovely, doomed young friend:
"Fatima Fatima, I'm in America
I make rhymes and I
disarm.
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall.
It's just like Bob Dylan says
Stop depression of my own walk the only road I
the chords
On my own old guitar
Dad, I miss you even more
Cause it all started with you
And I know he's gonna feel the same joy
Of how a song so beautiful
Can
the things you never did
Inexperience -- it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty
Hey, kid you know you can
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