Lyrics:
Whoa not me
Whoa oh oh
Sometimes I close up to the world
You know I close up to you girl
But when I hear you talking
I feel my heart unlocking
And my
home
Other day I was talking to my cousin Bone
He said do your thing
Hear you snapping on this song
Told him I love you cuz
Hold your head stay strong
He
figurin' it out
Said I hear your rumors
Talking "Stevie lost some money
On the last tour"
I can show you how to bounce it back
Bitch I'm manure
Pussy nigga
the song that help you pull thru
This gone make ya bob ya head & groove & this gone lift ya spirits up that's true & this gone make ya wanna 2 step & move
Irene, and pay for your bed
Wake up Irene or folks will think you're dead
Lot's of guitar pickers by the dozen
Sang 'Goodnight Irene' all night
(Motherfucker)
Better leave me be
Shut the fuck up when you talking to me
Shut the fuck up when you talking to me
I don't vacation (nope)
I be in a lab
you know
How do you like those guys?
Everybody puts in extra notes
I'll overlook it
But the tune for you and me
Is that swingin' symphony
I swear to God I can shut down your whole shit
Away at my game gonna get you home sick
Don't play with my name or hear the gun click
I'm a family
JMC you going crazy
Aye BandzOverBullshit nigga aye
Try it get the full bitch
Aye I dont like these hoes after I hit she get to cooking
This wifey
"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,
shorties wanna hear
Here I come to save the day
I make music for your soul
I make music for your heart
Let a man come take control
Put you in a push to start
this love affair end?
Because you had that Bob Dylan dream again
I know that this is a dream
Cos' all the pretty girls they're talking with me
And I
bestseller.
Brother Patrick had been standing, looking lost, near the Aer Lingus
counter. I said hello. We entered into discourse. Are you going to Dublin?
money talking to me
Listen
Go and listen, ain't no talking to me
Listen
I can't speak specifics when you talking to me
Listen
I can't hear you clear, this
(They can't afford it)
They were talking shit telling me I wouldn't
Be able to do it
By the look on their face, I can tell that they're mad
And there
ain't solid you a rat
Talking 'bout if the cops took you you ain't never chat
Grand OG plan cause I'm the oldest of the pack
Got the name from the brain
had to put them shit on skates, yeah
sliding on the beat, I call it Crosby, let me lace, up
talking ain’t gon’ cut it, gotta show me what you made
bamboo
One nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable
Asking my man'll get you slapped down, play the anthem
Lit it who with it
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
bussin
I'm just talking rap battlin
See that was a metaphor
But just in case you really want it
What you think the metal for? I hope
You pussy niggas get
know my name (B.o.B)
And everywhere I go people wanna hear me sang
Oh yea and I just dropped my new album
On the first week I did five hundred
Cheddar Bob
You hear em chatter on
Dragging people to Babylon
Back em against the wall like where you hear that from (I read a blog)
Had it with y'all
Know I'm not done by far
Not til they say they are the Stigmartyr
Of their chosen subject
If all that you wanted to hear was
All that you wanted to hear
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
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