Lyrics:
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
gotta be illegal, Bob!)
I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit
Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit
Witnessess, "I ain't
am
And always have been
And always will be
In the right place
At the right time
Doing the right thing
Because there only ever was
Or is
Or will be
bah
A boffo smash makes Warner cash
Means there's gonna be a sequel next year
But Paramount hurts and they're losing their shirts
Means
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
gotta be illegal, Bob!)
I can bring them chrome things for that drastic s***
Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic s***
Witnessess, "I ain't
It's 11:38
And the feeling's back that I hate
So called "milestones" are late
I have yet to find someone by fate
So I think of the strong ladies I
late to read you the lease at 1138 Ellis
All the punker kids need to be home by 7
Cause theres dinner at eight in the suburbs
With sister and father
of years for light to travel the distance
So the stars that shine might no longer be there
Sometimes I worry that that's what'll happen to us
I can picture
losing it)
There's a couple ways this could be explained
Mother Nature showed up late
Well, it turns out I ain't pregnant
I don't need
the hands kills germs, not ministries
...(Matthew 7:2,15:20, Mark 7:5, Luke 11:38)
There is no life in the blood
...(Leviticus 17:11, Deuteronomy 12:23, John
orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man
Everybody on staff got the captain's memo
Because two CO’s were suspended
For trying to come up and see
Me females of course maybe
There will be some female
friends couch
When people see you coming they hide and go ouch
Eh hey Bob
Don't be a slob
Get a job get a job
Eh hey hey hey
Don't be a slob
Get a job get
Narrator: The legend you are about to hear is true. Only the needle should
be changed to protect the record.
St. George: This is
this shit yeah
I'm going to bed
Fuck all that love shit
I'm sick of that fake shit
You no longer princess
Theres no saving heartless
6:03 pm bitch, yeah
B.O.B
Give it to em shawty
I'm eons and eons beyond these peon's
Another human like me there will never be one
The planet that I'm from, I can't
Robby...
Bob-O...
Bobby, there was something Sweetheart...
We wanted to say
Bobby...
Sugar...
Bobby bubi...
What have you been up to,
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
going far I'll be home by noon
Dave was a very good friend of Bob's
He took Bob's car and would speak to Charlotte
Dave nor Charlotte nor anyone else
barbaric than Conan
They asking for work, and you say 'no man, you can't be trusted'
They walked down your street and get busted
By your so-called justice
Boosting up our tolerance
With Over Dose On Confidence
Music has me hype
So there's no need for the compliments
See you've been acknowledging
That
got time to kill
I'm intricate to be up in it
So I defend every minute, cons hoping for dimes to deal
Perimeters occupied by a few chosen
To take
the rest
So I drink to fight the anger and dispair
Would you like to have some Brandy? You can pour it yourself
I can promise you there will be no more tears
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