Lyrics:
know you
'Cause I didn't know me
But I thought I knew everything
I never felt
The feeling that I'm feeling
Now that I don't hear your voice
Or have your
Cause I didn't know you
Cause I didn't know me
But I thought I knew everything
I never felt
The feeling that I'm feeling
Now that I don't hear your
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no
And, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough
slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't
Beats is knocking, hooks is rare
Earned my spot, nobody ain't put me here
Burnt my block, I had a fiend cooking with beer
Like the Bobby Womack
Hahaha it's Gerald and Bobby
It's 2011 'til the day I see Heaven
We weren't supposed to be here, you know?
Hahaha bobby we can pass the baton back
"ain't no nigga" like foxy brown and hova
I fuck 'em dogstyle with billys and novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know
me
My hat SnapBack and the Reebok pumps (my outfit)
Everybody looking at me they all chumps (no one toppin)
I come back like an all star in
Bobby, bitch, oh, you ain't know?
Bobby, bitch, Bobby, bitch
Bodies bitch, make that body flip
You know I don't know karate, bitch
We droppin'
thing i love
Aint got no love for Motherfuckers
Surrounded by leaches and bloodsuckers
Get it out the mud until I drown in sweat and blood
Put my
the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
Hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey
Pain from a rap cat
Man you didn't know that
Three AM, man, we bumping Bobby Womack
My homie keep all his bullets hollow
That's why I smell like
Okay I'm rolling through the city, thumbing fifties counting bands up
Told these fools I was a growing issue like a cancer
Now they don't know what
pain in my heart
I'm not tweakin
No no
Boys Don't Cry
This the Interlude
He got me
He got me
He got my soul
I'm not in control
I'm not in control
But he
(Bobby)
Talk shit get kidnapped, son (Bobby)
I don't really know why I rap, son (ayy)
Money in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars, yeah
like Bobby Shmurda
All up in her guts i think i hit the sternum
Welcome to the show we don't do commercials
Get your popcorn little nigga I don't need
to visit bobby's old shop
It's a dog eat dog world, and vice versa
Lead ya down a dark road then I hurt ya
Put me in a dark mode, and I'll squirt ya
Blood
tonight aint nothin right, girl
U a dirty girl, u a dirty girl
Late at night,
U blowin' up my phone
I know ur on the creep, girl
How could I say no?
Bobby
don't know
You try to teach me something that I don't know
You try to teach me something that I don't know
No no no no no
Bobby get me going
No no no
needs an interlude
It's the interlude, yeah
It's the interlude, yeah
It's the interlude
It's the interlude
Yeah
I'm aware that everyone alive done been
On God cause he the closest
You know like nose and coke is or more like thorns and roses
You ask me what's my motive girl I know you don't need no saving
Bobby Ocean know I got her open
Bobby Ocean think she know the motion
Bobby Ocean know I got her open
Bobby Ocean think she know the motion
I don't
smoke, keep it down to the jay
Have you situated sleeping down by the bay
Wide mouth bitches, no way I don't relate
You can see my knuckles if you don't
scanner
Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, then you don't wanna know the man
(OHH!) The hooded soldier, one should never overlook
In posession of eternal life
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