Lyrics:
designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I was a climber the way I climb higher
Time goes by I design up some
This is life is bout it check bout a number
Think of all the love I lost
Because my quest is not a meal
I feel like you stupid
Don't talk to me I'm
Always had the sauce, Now I’m on defrost
Way too cold now, heating up like a stove
W the pots bob ross paint brush talk
Water based flow and u know I
something to cut in case you has to
If he was on the island he'd probably rob a millionaire
And be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here
These clever
(Bob Dylan)
When the rain is blowin' in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When
Oh, my friend,
I gave you water and rich ground
In the sunlight staked and bound
All you needed was a golden spot
In my yard
Somewhere out of danger
wishin' (live for love)
The choice you make is vital, so end of my recital
I say, you got to live for love (live for love)
(Live for love)
(Live for
And
Expressing
Our creation
Our creation
Of love
So when I have dinner
With my family
And then feel itchy
And scratch that itch
By engaging in phone sex
Or by
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
hope you feel comfort inside my new pretense
A cannibal eating away all my feelings
I'll make you just like me so you might get eaten
I will do anything
what you're stealin'
Your open-wound style needed some healin'
You're stripped out by my flow
I'm glad you know behind
This spark I got the
Phattest
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
it's us, back at it like smack addicts
Stuck with a bad habit, turn fans to fanatics
On a victory lap, we stop by in Pop-eye
I drop my last 16, so sick
from the past trauma
Never got love from my own mama
Heart on my sleeve feelings in a condom
And you tellin me late now we gotta problem
Uh
Look
Feel
But even my flute playin' was ripped off by Jethro Tull
Even that Bob Dylan! That vocal style was mine
They did everything freely, and I didn't get
the song that help you pull thru
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
skills because I am generous.
It feels good to make a living doing things that I enjoy.
I know that I can achieve my goals.
The goals that I set are
you get a jag
I don't know didn't ask
Look away for a minute
It's doomsday but I'm chilling
Can't stop not willing
Hip hop Bob Dylan
What you mean you
Forget what I feel inside
You got to just let me live and then
Get what I feel is mine
Find what I feel is missing
I'm tryna get inspired
I'm trying to pay
me a page shit I'll show you what a pen will do
Introspection rhythm and blues
My words never die cause I'm truly writing in the spirit shuu
Bob Dylan
You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy
Unrestrainable, nonchangeable M.O.P.
From the dark side my family provide knowledge
To determine if niggaz like you can live or die on the street
This is
lame boy didn't make the league
Feel the love but they hate on me, with the top shottas and the MVP's
I don't tell no lies, but I just got to flex
And I
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