Lyrics:
"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,
Hej Gleb čo máš nové všetko nové
Nahrávam album, mám z toho veľkú hlavu, vieš ako to je
A ne už pár rokov nebývame v Ružinove
Ale v novom dome pri
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
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
Oh You drop a new album… Guess who don't give a fuck
And your Last one went platinum… Guess who don't give a fuck
And you Number one streaming… Guess
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like
ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
Tom Petty's gone
And I'm long gone, and
How am I gonna make amends
With myself for never
my cloud, my round in my record, no censor
Tryna get faster with each album, not sure when I'ma catch 'em all
I'm not bad like I'm Bad, more like Tom's
Jerry Garcia
Steve Earle, Jay Farrar and Bob Weir
Ramblin' Jack, Tom Paxton, Sonny Walker
But Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come
Catalyst by New Found Glory
Kings of Leon Only by the Night
Aha Shake Heartbreak
Nirvana Nevermind to make my heart ache
Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers
Hot
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
Tak nemusíš vytvárať profily
A vypisovať komenty jak no name
Keby si okay
Tak nemáš 30 a nebývaš
V tom byte u rodičov v hosťovskej
Keby si okay
Houses of the holy
Was an album by led zeppelin
I bought it on eight track
Not on cd
Fades out in the middle
The way an eight track's s'posed
*lyrics written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom
mlátia mojich fanúšikov
To som ja a moje debilné stories
Ktorých je vela, ale tie najlepšie si asi zoberiem so sebou do hrobu
Alebo až na tretí album
*taken from The Boomtown Rats debut album
*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
to where you belong
Before my nine choose wrong
My God
Keep yapping, see what happened
It's a full erection in the junction
Pop Bob got me these infections
walking with a solo swag
You think you ballin' in that four do' Jag? Nah
In Tom Fords with a MK bag? nah
Give you a bird's eye view of the streets
Nigga,
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