Lyrics:
Written by bob welch.
Two different glasses are filled with champagne
What is the meaning of this ?
Cause all of that atmosphere painfully made
Has
me all
Give me all your attention baby
I got to tell you a
Little something about yourself
You're wonderful, flawless
Ooh you're a sexy lady
But you
Feeling through the rhythm bop your head to the flow
I ain't gone lie I ain't tired no more
I ain't gone try to switch sides No No
I ain't gone try
the water is dead
Bob Marley, I'm burnin'
Bob Marley, I'm burnin'
Got me ballin' like Irving
And the world keep turnin'
In a suburban, I'm swervin'
rock and roll
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
Every day when I got home I turned on my radio
Listening to the music that my idols
I make
Know it's gonna go platinum
Super cali like
And they like my anthems
Rhythm what I got
And I got the rhythms
Women wanna bite
And they got
And runnin', runnin' and runnin'
Runnin, and runnin', runnin'
And
In this context, there's no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme, you break ya necks
We got five
high
I was born to be, born to climb
Can't hide from me, me say me boy I'm to be high
I was born to be, born to climb
Gangsta
Dance to the rhythm
I got sick
Beyond repair
In a hurry curried favour with a negative glare
She knocked all balls all out the fucking park
Some score six or four but
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
wanna be me this summer, like
Uh
I gotta go after that
Ok, I'm Bob
I'm the master of rap
As a matter of fact
Yo, my bladder's intact
Got the flow still
The other one was a walking blow-job
And then there was this skinny girl...
Oh well...
Some of the guys in the band got together
With the girls from
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
ran off
With the sauce bob ross Used to draw glocks
Now I draw art like Basquiat off tops
Y’all lost in the sauce, bout to get got
I don't do it for
Yeah)
Lotus why you got me like this?
It's like I'm on a lily pad and now I'm talking my shit
I meditate and then they laugh, call me pacifist
And all
've been down so low just to get me up by drinkin' anything I can find
But now when they say Jones what are you on I just smile and say, loveshine.
I found
hit up my line
If u want me to come by
Be there in 10, let me know when, let’s take a ride
When the rhythm calls your name
Take a hold of it I say
Baby
to the rhythm of the wind And I’ll give myself to the rhythm of you again.
I was born to be, born to climb
Can't hide from me, me say me born to be high
I was born to be, born to climb
Gangsta
Dance to the rhythm
Gangsta,
(Verse 1)
Swaying palms in the island breeze,
Bali calls, it's time to ease.
Sunset paints the sky so fine,
Reggae vibes, the rhythm's in line.
Come and stay high with the rhythm I got
Take a shot and drive by with a sinister plot
I'm the one whose flow fly with the engine all hot
Fly with
made by eskimos
I got extra dough
I got a cold wrist
Look at my pinky ring
My ears look like froze piss
How much yo chain?
How my much my chain?
That's
Yeah I got that thing tucked don't become a bystander
Feel like Bob the Builder with my hammer
That red light mean, I'm recording with my camera
To landscape Fantasia into sheet music
Its Mona Lisa hand painted by a glee student
Imagination translated, I speak fluent
This here is the soundtrack
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