Lyrics:
feeling can’t bring it up/
TeTe when you set it off/
When shit getting real you ain’t showing up/
Dick riding wit the wave riding/
They learning shit from
different from love songs
Or folk songs you had to take care in
Dressing the words in love songs, words could
Preen in bright colors in anti songs
They
Bob Dylan
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by
and cry
I ask myself, why oh why?
See you must understand
I can't work a nine to five
so I'll be Gone...'Til November
Said I'll be Gone 'Til November
I'll
that you're not the type to notice hype
But that's the reason why we kicked it and you know it's right
I was your Bob Dylan, you were my Edie Sedgwick
and what Bob Dylan says
I think she's tryin' to turn me into Joan Baez
Oh Mom, can't you tell me where your head's at?
I'm sick to death of hearing about
this pasta here with the pesto
Let's go
By these shoes I got tied on
You can tell I don't need no shoulder to cry on
I hit nothing but nylon
One man
torment
Trapped here by
My hyphae my struggle to pull away
My struggle to escape but
Alas, to no avail! If only I could see the
World above but even if
from the dirt
Back to avenge his own death on this Earth
Ever hear of Jason, then you know my work
Down to the basement, the dog get it first
I can't
the evil that man do, we dismantle any adversary
Them niggas all thumbs and can't handle my flurry
Hear me, you jam on, you want to scare me
Don't even
frith is tha man he be chillin like bob dylan and maxin like
michael and janet jackson....
ain't no body dope or sexy as him
he rhymes always get
keep your hands up off my uhh…
I mean I can't front, couple fears I had of you straight leaving from the jump
I lost sight of it all
The plight of a man,
and the theme music
To this movie called "Life" go and preview it
Just remember 'fore the critics go to review it
Every single scene's a first take, you can't
to rise
I'll chase you off of this earth
I got dreams, of holdin' a Nine milla, to Bob's killer
Askin him why as my eyes fill up
These days I can't
at the show
And everybody sang like
AHHHHHHHHHH
AHHHHHHHHHH
Now I'm by myself and
I don't want to go outside
Because everybody left
And I can't see you
Yeah, Rhianna Bennet overshadowed by her sis
Bailey Wick yeah, you know he got that lisp
He love them blonde bitches
He love the blue eyes
Yeah, don't
me to smile
Don't discount the trials
If I hide from everybody
They can't sink in my denial
Yeah
Imagine there's a new face
Every time you change
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
Respected by my peers from Drizzy
To Cole to Kenny
Thank you for the love and inspiration plenty
Yeah, I'm loved by many
And only hated by a little
Now I
back
And later that day we land at JFK
This trip's been long overdue
Buy an old camper van and head for San Fran
Just me and Dylan and you
From New York
[Verse 1: Marion Write]
She's like the pinot noir type
cnd she's the kind that you can't find
But she's damn fine
When you see her, like caliyah
You
In it from the start nigga Spike G
Am I rolling bitch I might be
It's too high I'm too high yeah
Got me feeling like the black Bob Dylan
Pussy wet
to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is me
mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin
Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses
(Bobby you be buggin!) Girl my mind flashes
My seeds be
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