Lyrics:
ABSOLUTELY SWEET MARIE
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can't jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
I'm just
bitches was cackling
Now I'm a star lil bitch in reality, huh
I could home the homeless, and they'll still paint me the villain
Came to cure the rap game,
and cards.
i learned chess at 8, when i learned my funny valentine.
i met bob dylan. He called me a poet.
i rode with maximilian shell,
and leonard cohen in
Palestine in 1940
Not too long before they all were shot
My only link to them is my dad, he knew them, he knew me, now he's gone too
Sometimes I want
to
Westside flow
Repping that gritty city thats wherever I go
I put my faith in the word
That's what I trust in the most
I'm rolling out with pack man(pac-man
Milton. Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton.
Open window, halfway built-in. Times a changing like Bob Dylan.
Twenty-pound bird black as could be, cold feet
14.
Ibiza was toen nog een eiland met gevoel
Bob Dylan in de kroeg
Waarachtigheid als het onuitgesproken doel
Aan zomaar zijn genoeg
Vuren op het
Yeah
Shit, I been knocking down so many songs in a row
Got me feeling like I'm abusing my spirits and shit
Got a nigga craving for like, divine
holding on, oh
Turn on a vinyl, let it spin
I like to dance real slow to Bob Dylan
Watching him, watching me
Watching
An American movie, motion picture
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
Written by Bob Dylan
Copyright 1964 M Whitmark & Sons/ Warner Chappell Music (ASCAP)
It might be the color of the sun cut flat
And covering
and trust me, things, they fell apart
Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart
My conscious so weak, I need to split it up in seven parts
back
Spreading love everywhere, smoking cigarettes
I heard Bob Dylan all day and all night
But nothing compares to the things we did right together
billions (trillions)
Bobs on me like Dylan, blondes on me like Hilton
Wendys on me like Williams, shouting, digging
Look at me like I'm alien
Bitch, I'm
knows what its doing
Back there in the 60's - you know we put a man upon the moon
Worked out DNA - had time for Woodstock too.
We had Bob Dylan, Jimi
like whooh
It's just the Bob in me
Bobbin my head and I'm feeling free
I snap my fingers and I move my feet
I walk up tall man down these streets
I
Seeing this doggedly through
We head for San Fran in an old camper van
Just me and Dylan and you
In need of some rest through the dusty mid-west
Driving
heathens with me trynna bombard the system
My man just went to jail and brought a gun charge with him
On top of that other felonies
I told him hold his
por acá, y as es, as es
Only wanna take but don't buy, where my deal at
Bringing back the Length, twist or bob like the I'm Dylan
Likkle bit of blonde
rhyme bouquet (you be buggin')
Well I bugs like roaches on rugs
Speaker of the bone like the speaks in my loans
Give me the night, baby, and I'll be
Bob Dylan
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by
It started again on the drive
I was watching you dose off
Your hands by your side
A pillow in your lap and mine
You found love listening
To Bob
disarm.
Though it might do me some harm stop to catch me if I fall.
It's just like Bob Dylan says
Stop depression of my own walk the only road I
My teacher
わたしの師匠が
Zen
ぜん
Return me
わたしをかえす
My man
わたしのおとこ
Words like fresh split bamboo
たけをわーたようんな人
My women
わたしの女神よ
Be Kaguya Hime
かぐやひめたれ
My fate
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