Lyrics:
the goose loose, now you got the micro' Joe
Who talking about hope? Poquito dinero
Means I work hard, but got no money, and that ain't funny
Hey honey when
trip
Tired of seeing pictures with the fish lips
Swinging by the bitches on my hit list
Looking at the world, I’m a get this
You got no money in pocket,
4 or 5
I come from a small crowed
Yeah I'm talking 219
Hmm hmm
I wish to a thousand stars
To hear your voice when things get bad
And I hope you hear
it's all good 'cause I've got my fire crackling
Got my music happening
And you know what?
I'm Christmas wrapping
This time of year just feels so right
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Job 13:22
I've been away for a little while
And I don't like where it takes me
Out of touch I'm going out
trapped souls lost in the mold
I look up to dead legends who already checked into heaven, I'm talking:
Cliff, Cash, Fred, Bob, Eazy, Elvis, said it
Mike,
is the start
Mom nah my mom trust my mom
So where do we go when we die
So where do you see yourself in ten years
My number one goal is
I just wanna see
'd been dying to hear
What do you say you and me go find ourselves a beer
And I said?
Now you're talking like I'm thinking
You're reading my mind
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one
and demons and ghosts
But shh, hold up Bob, Don't go there
You know that they watching, they all see and stare but
They can't stop me, I'm already there
murder yeah
Then you find the ones who plotting gainst you familiar
Gotta keep from screaming demons all in the area
This shit gets scary yeah
You can hear
Dope inside my boxer briefs, I bob and weave like Tyson
You won't see a freezer whenever I tell you I got that Ice in
Riding round strapped up,
I do this for my grandkids
Mac Miller told me get a hundred grand he talking bout the money talking fans bitch
Cause I could be the man dollars just
You know, I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day
She runs this space station and bake shop down near boomtown
She told me that human
yo kids not me (why?)
Cause if you move wrong I’m popping ya
Spray at his face so he can nazi
Ian talking no swastika
Get kicked from the clique
?
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
[Chorus:]
Break it down! x3
Yo Bob
good for you like a vegatable
Shows by the several
Schedule full of festivals
And if I ever do time
Than you know it's federal
Uh, incredible, yeah
you believe in it
Blinded by feelings that I’m getting when I be deep in it
I just can't believe the bitch
I feel like she devious
She just tryna put
on trying
Even when I’m sighing
Stick by your side and…
So prove you’re right and
I won’t hear a thing from the outside then
I won’t hear a thing from
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
'm bleeding
When you fucking get here I hope I'm still breathing
Shut the fuck up bitch
I don't want hear your
Shit anymore and
I'm done with it just
Shut
thats the dip because tha benz is on my hip
They love me cuz I tell them what they really wanna hear
Slap by on that booty with a hundred dolla bill
wanna suck me like a danimal
I said who she talking in tongue
Okay you wanna go to panama
Oh my
I said wait we get on the panabus
I gotta take all this
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I
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