Lyrics:
I'm mad
Time I can't get back
Take a set back
Step back
Love everything I had
Cutting the mould out the bread being glad with what's left
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
see a thick blanket of fog slowly receding as it does around this time
I have some melodies in my head
That need performing
But finding a place
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
"Alight, one more time, I gotta get through the rest of the album"
Hit rewind again
Fuck it, Man
Just put her on repeat
And let that shit ride
My beautiful
*lyrics written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
like I'm shooting from the clouds
There's plenty time for peace when you resting in the ground
Greatness vibrating around me, surround sound
The hounds
don’t get gassed off the internet
Album bout to drop got the town waiting
Back up in the spot like a Dalmatian
Sideshow Bob look at these clowns hating
and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell
did what I came to do, no time left
Say my name out the blue 'cause I rhyme it the best
Mic club dot net see me live in the flesh
You could come
There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
For your mental, spirit and physical temple
Bob your
hope
Our time spent was not wise
I'll see you later 'cause there's no such thing as "goodbye"
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have gotten
a hammer than a nail
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Happy Club"
town!? (I do)
Killin' willingly
Who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners
Avenues and drives (Ah hah)
It's about time, the mashin'
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
mixtapes
That'll take me out the house
Thought that I could make it when
I was half as good as me now
Times are changing
Reality setting in on the daily
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
a week
Just talent, I ain't got to tweak
You would think it took some months, cuz I stunt
Task is always finished by the time I smoke the blunt
Move
lived it
Cried about it I got scars to show I did my time
I fought them off so homie let me teach you all the ropes
Bob and weave, duck and move, mlb
Is it
Is it
Is it EM
Or is it ME
I think you get what i mean
They say oh fuck
Worst You better fucking slow down
Once Kers drops his last album I'll
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