Lyrics:
Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare,
All along, down along, out along, lee,
For I want to go to Widecombe Fair,
With Bill Brewer, Jan
the moon in the morning light
Broke my heart when I let her go
But I still hear her calling my name, like an echo
Echo Echo
Shawty calling like an echo
Echo
Space cat flying through the galaxy
Gliding the stars on my ski
The shooting stars that fly by me
Lost in time, living is easy
I am the space Bob
The blicky be with me
It's portable
Wait
Stop
If you broke get a job
Bitch I'm back on bullshit
Hoe call me Bob
I'm back on bullshit
Call me Bob
I'm back
Than I need to get by
My body is gonna flood
From adrenaline high
And I ain't taking no drugs
If you're asking me why
Just a nervous rush
It is a real
the echo
Only hear the echo of
Now I only hear the echo of your name
I will never know your days without me, oh
So did it hurt you?
Did you even shed
Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
I'll run away with you by my side
I'll run away with you by my
Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
I'll run away with you by my side
I'll run away with you by my side
E-echo-cho, e-e-echo-cho
You did it to yourself,
Now your all by yourself.
Acting like you hate me,
I left because you make me.
You played me
fellow
Weak spot, demo
Pipeline, echo
Rockefeller
Rockefeller
Rockefeller
Rappin' for my homies
Focus on my story
You just need to pretend that you know me
Echo
You did it to yourself
Now you're all by yourself
Actin' like you hate me
I left because you made me
You played me to the left
Now there's
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
bitches flippin hair
(Ver) Saces on my Care Bearski
Bitches wanna' care for me
Play for the Chicago Bulls
Might me a roasta' drop Testarossa
Deion Sanders
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
the sky
Touching your face
Pull your heart close to mine
Feel my embrace, our hands entwined
Just don't let me go
Never have to know, what life will be
a shadow in my mind (In my mind)
(Ah, ah, ah)Like a ripple of which I was blind
Now I’m careful, what to expect
(Ah) I’m surprised by this neglect
I, I
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
first ask your girl imma race her
If she kills my vibe I'll replace and erase her
Made a few mistakes but life has no eraser
Erase me, my existence is
walked out from my life
Maybe I should find somebody new
Only for this lonely night
Take me out
I think my head is all ruined by you
Take me out
Dont wanna
service
Pray the Lord I’m in my bag but you can call it a Birkin
These rap niggas never step up to me
I’m making them nervous
I’m probably God Body, Bob
you left me by myself
Luckily there was a little love left behind
It showed that you remember me
Echo
Your love is like an echo
I always feel it some
We used to have a hundred measures of oil, eighty measures
Of wheat and barley, we live Godly
Listening to Bob Marley, before the devils robbed me
Some people count on me
Some have it out for me
Family is proud of me
Angels look down on me
God looking out for me
Good looking out my G
Bless up
Tom
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