Lyrics:
ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin wall with
timepiece will make it all right
Sing songs of the mountains, Cowboy's Delight
By Bob Carpenter and David Holster
want to go to your party
Niggas moving funny and I got my own Bacardi
Marley everybody smoking Bob Marley
Never had a filter you can call me Joe McCarthy
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
right now, bitch, I feel like Bob Marley
She said she wanna hop on a dick, come and ride just like a Harley
She said that she want a BBL, I won't turn you
like Bob, not Marley
I'm on so I gotta have my cake like a party
You be on some shit, in love with her body
She gon' fuck the whole crew
You gon' say I
And gained the whole wide world,
And almost lost our souls.
Some say we should have lead the way;
Take it over from Bob Marley.
Got brainwashed by
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
and fakin' with your silicone pair
Do I want to phuck? Not hardly
That's kinda like Barbie phuckin' Bob Marley
It ain't gonna happen, I keep rappin'
that he nice
I don’t get it tho
Taking all this shit on my vibe
Maybe I’m spiritual
Nigga dropped a album I’m tired
Fuck it I’m finna blow
Duck duck
some Bob Marley in me
Shout out black, yellow and green
Imma whole ass Tim Allen character
Call me dad ya joke cuz Jamaican me crazy
The 80s baby
I'm Tom
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for
'm kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
(I rock out with the gang at the parties)
(At the parties)
Pull up, on a Harley
Listening, to Bob Marley (Marley)
It gets scary, it can get fogy
You
before Bob Marley was rockin a fade
Before Honest Abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
I existed,
a collar
Bonfire, pray your boy top dollar
Top shotta, skrrr right by ya
Rastafari pullin' up in that 'Rari
No dread head but I chief the Bob Marley
Ohh
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
Made an album together
Dream for whatever, Dream to be clever
Dream, Dream Jimmy and Bob
Made an album together
Dreams are just dreams when we dream
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
invites to far left and alt-rights
I'm from the Bob Marley party, everything'll be alright
You say, "All life matters"
But you pay it no mind when Black
Everybody getting high this my type of-
Everybody getting high this my type of party
Smoke so much exotic I be getting higher
Than Bob Marley
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