Lyrics:
the weight of the world
And the river runs a little too deep
Like a hound dog chasing a bird
Sometimes a certain tom's gotta peep
I'm a peek-a-boy,
anyway, fuck it)
B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge, dog
(Which could be the better acronym for the song)
But you know what either way
look
you do it all by the book
you a clone now hoe this ain't dial Jones
now hurry on home or give a dog here a bone
no point intended
yo shit
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
popping things for their cranium that is dangerous
I never sell my soul for a temporary flavourless
Quest that is governed by the devil dog
I use to sit in
I for praise ?
I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
And all the people say, there goes tom moore, in the days of 49
In the days
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
the whale
Addicted to the grail almost like a cocktail
But this living water hit harder like it is hail
I prevail cause my soul ain't for sale
Locked in with
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
always falling on my fucking dome, dope nigga so my smell dopeman cologne, bitch I'm a dog but you can't throw your boy a bone, we bust a spread for all my
killed them
I'm the reason they still alive
They should be thanking me for the way I can lyrically gift them life
I'm a lyrical genius
Or possessed by
Marley, Tom Hardy, nigga yes
I’m probably God Body, Bob Marley, Tom Hardy in the flesh
Ay, do It for the 7, do It for the 3
Do It for the 9, do It for
to them
With a funny sounding name
Anyway it was all a lie
Just a chance for them to get by
Just a stupid dog to them
Just a stupid dog to them
Now
your business on wax
When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack
See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap
Sale
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
your business on wax
When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack
See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap
Sale
him you surely wouldn't blame her
The misses ain't gonna tell, his old trucks up for sale
Cause he ain't coming back to claim her
Where did Tom Joseph
on P-Valley)
This spot ain't for chillin', boy, this the dope house
My dog named his daughter Dylan from dealin' coke out (yeah)
Fuck all that dog breedin',
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two
Here's the door to dreams
Major Tom please come back home
Your diamond dogs yell around
It's been too long since you've gone
The world is on sale
(dog) is hairy like my shih tzu but smell like zoo shit
I got a new stick I just copped for ya
So chop at ya caesar with the K
I am Junior Mafia
I'm too
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
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