Lyrics:
home by two,
Your mama don't know what I've got in store for you
But baby that's alright we're looking as cool as can be
We found a little place that
I ain't trynna hear that
They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at the garden
One draft, I'm New York's
heard
Bob Dylan continued, Bob Marley resurged
Here's some realness for dinner, here's some more for dessert
Oh, leftovers, hope our bodies don't
They treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
Mama, made of a rock or stone
Treated me like my poor heart was made of a rock or stone
around and it's time to
Hit the town
Where do you go, play me a little C.C.
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't
Rock and roll
Your mama don't
As a wannabe rock star
Oh to sound like Dylan
Me and my beat up guitar
Trying to live the dream
Find my identity
Make it big eventually
But with you by my side
Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock
A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back
An' I'm so
Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock
A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back
An' I'm so
like a rock star
Fuck when my cocks hard
I drink to the fact
I can't drink and drive a damn car
Man fuck you this is how I play my part
So love me like
des rockstars mortes
J'ai du John Lennon sur mon t-shirt
Bob Dylan dans mes speakers
Jim Morrisson dans l'écriture
J'ai comme pas l'feeling qu'on va
this makes me blue
But most of all you know I'm missing you.
Motorcycle Mama why did you leave and where did you go
. . .
Where did you go? Why did you
Hele mama
Girl e don tey me I don dey ponder pon your case
Girl e don tey me I don dey fall for your ways
Girl you too sweet baby girl na you wey be my
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the bass
Ya want to hear us rock
people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock
they just wait slow
Creep like a radio head, I'm a weirdo
A Bob Dylan, a mob billin' from my village
My spittin', or gone fishin', I'm lost driftin
My
just somebodys past
Don't blink, pinch me twice
Just seen Bob Dylan on a motorbike
I don't think this relationship will last
She said she's gonna
just somebodys past
Don't blink, pinch me twice
Just seen Bob Dylan on a motorbike
I don't think this relationship will last
She said she's gonna
brother got shot
I'm at his funeral on his casket dropping rocks
Sister crying and mom's going crazy
My uncle Marvin and advice could even phase me
I'm
piss
I know yall hating on me like chris
I'm serving dope
I feel like my name J Miller
Hit em with the hammer
No Bob The Builder
Shoulda told em that
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
Well I ain't shaking off shit but the dirt
That I accumulated by digging down doing work
I love you mama thank you for trying to keep me in church
But
niggas they take it lightly
'96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
niggas they take it lightly
'96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
can rock after them)
Hated by everyone
[Cos.m.i.c]
Yo all I see is MC´s spreading wackness, preaching slackness
but yo bullshit you couldn't make me
.jpg/300px-JunoAwards2009-BobRock_(cropped).jpg "Bob Rock")
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