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your hand) Good times, good times (share the land) everybody walkin' by the river now
(Shake your hand) Walkin', singin', talkin' (share the land)
(Shake your hand) Everybody walkin' by the river now (sare the land) everybody, everybody laughin'
(Shake your hand) Everybody singin' and talkin'
(Shake your hand) Everybody walkin' by the river now (sare the land) everybody, everybody laughin'
(Shake your hand) Everybody singin' and talkin'
is leaking
Everybody knows the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talkin' into their
"Black Lives Matter"
And honestly I think that was makin' the police madder (they scared)
Ignore Donald Trump, they was talkin' bout Louis
Nothin' 'bout
(Shake your hand) Everybody walkin' by the river now (sare the land) everybody, everybody laughin'
(Shake your hand) Everybody singin' and talkin'
(Shake your hand) Everybody walkin' by the river now (sare the land) everybody, everybody laughin'
(Shake your hand) Everybody singin' and talkin'
they'll be givin' away
When we all live together
I'm talkin' 'bout together now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share
hoes
Only kid with adult money
Hated by the kids but the grown folks loved me
Cause I wasn't no dummy
And everybody else looked bummy
Stayed with a full
of shit was never given to me
That shits a fallacy told by the enemy
Trying to get ahead of me
They dead to me, everybody dead to me
Everybody know that
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I'm
Jerome! Jerome! Put on that Bobby Womack!
Nah girl I wanna go way back, ahh yeah check this out!
Grab ya boys, a bite to eat, a couple Richie's
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
And all my friends doubt him
Tell me I should live without him
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
He's not like the others
heavenly
Thought you would never leave
Nightmares with a hundred screams, a hundred leaves
Blowing in the wind, hit by a hundred bees
I can tell inside
only sell candy, girl, the size bricks
Everybody talkin' bout them boys from Boston
Why won't they just let us live? Tell me why
There ain't no
the Sistine Chapel in his room
Decorated walls had his mom asking who's the genius
Prophetic words from Bobby Womack I've seent it
Realize give a 110 percent
the Sistine Chapel in his room
Decorated walls had his mom asking who's the genius
Prophetic words from Bobby Womack I've seent it
Realize give a 110 percent
Bobby, shottin' their minges.
Leavin' used condoms out on the staircases,
Next to the broken pipes that's left by the Base Heads.
Local estate heads, have
But he's talkin' about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
auditory, ears for the illiterate
Rude boy, they say this niggas inconsiderate
Not with that silly shit, the rap Bobby Womack
Your woman's gotta have it,
on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you
Talking Bobby Whitney
Got to keep some commas with me
Everybody know that you don't want no drama wit me
I didn't wanna point out that you do not
This is my right
A right given by God
To live a free life
To live in freedom
Talkin' about freedom
I'm talkin' about freedom
I will fight for
the spot
Mr. Ginseu Master an' Bobby Suenam
We form like Voltron, connected by the feet
So there's room to reach, we transform the beat
With the ill
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