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Step on you turn you into a dormat
Bowser moves I bob and weave
I counter too my senses keen
Focus every day don't tell me stop this rap
Malone
And the Social Club Band
Bob Luhr was in the house
We had a St. Louis jam
By the end of the night
I had me a job at BB’s
700 hundred south
on me
Aye and I just keep the bandz on me god damn
B.O.B. this a lifestyle we ain't playing fair
Nelo G steady throwing bandz in fuckin air
Aye aye and I
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
I came up from underneath the mud
I come from a line of thick, thick blood
Was left with a mission to show the good
Got your attention being
cockpit, so Jesus took me supersonic
I got that kingdom rhythm, risen vision, gifted mission
That shakes the dimensions
Written wisdom, living driven,
rock and roll
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
Every day when I got home I turned on my radio
Listening to the music that my idols
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
Time ticks and it tocks, you can't stop the clock
I hear a riff then I spit cuz I've got to rock
Time ticks and it tocks, you can't stop the clock
Well I'm looking at you, from the corner of my eye, I can see it now, you're stepping so high and dry, I'm posted in the club watching ladies, go by
Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I'm rollin' arthritis
defend, or even pretend
I like the trend of this life again
So I fight with my pen to enlighten a friend
Niggaz by my right to spy to my defend
And even
bout the bad boy in town?
Bob is his name and he can get down
(Oh yeah)
He is really Bobbin, Bugging everybody
So somebody catch him please?
I'm your
the blues
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I'm rollin'
in my ocean, of feelings
Couldn't let anyone know that they got to me
And to this day, showing it hits a spot for me
Proly cuz I associate feelings
"Doctor I've got this feelin' deep
inside of me, deep inside of me
I just can't control my feet when
I hear the beat, when I hear the beat
I just
yall from?
All the low key OG's, where yall from?
Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun
Come and take a walk through my horde, I'll guide yo
just to please tear it up
If it?s really the rhythm just let me see, hurry up
And by the way, I like ?em bigger than boys, don't disappoint me
If it's
I was talking to the mockingbird
He says you are the worst he's heard.
Bob White! What ya gonna swing tonight?
I was talking to the whipporwill
Ah Stogie T
Ey you gon have to settle down man
You got a lot to get through ait
After this man you gon have to decide
You know I draw the line
Make
the blues.
Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news.
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think I'm rollin'
me what's on your mind
She's got a rhythm from a red car, she's got a rhythm from a red car
Here we go baby, takin' a turn for the better
I work your
action
That?s if you fancy a true connection
We gotta set the table and go full course
I promise you won?t dose ? oh no no no
Curiosity?s got you going
can only agree
And somehow I saw Bob with a knife
And he was ready to do it
He was ready to end his life
I hugged him, begged him not to continue
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