Lyrics:
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
track the God is on
They cheerin' with their pom-poms, buyin' what I got on
Straight gold, find me fuckin' Silver with my Long John
Tom Tom, direct me
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
Better not come close imma cut your own throat
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That boy hit so soft I got hit by a pillow
He is a perro got down by my fist tho
Houdini with me we got
I'm just another Russell Group punk
Just another Distrokid kid
Just another dime-store Tom Verlaine
Waiting for my 15 seconds of fame
When the child
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
this rain
I believe the echo is controlling me
(Controlling me)
Days still pass so endlessly
Can't you see I can't be set free
(Set free)
I've been in
on
'Cause I need to feel the stars sleep by at night
Better get the Breakdown squad out
Get me rolling on
'Cause I can't keep my thoughts out of sight
Better
with my head held high
Fucking with me trust me buddy you are not that guy
Hook
Bob your head to the beat till your neck breaks
My lines are fortified
Your voice is always found
When I find that echo, echo, of You
Reaching through all space and time
Permeating my deepest thoughts
Longing just to meet
focus
Remained
Just you
Help me, uhhh
Answer the echo, Answer the echo
Of my lonely soul
Answer the echo
Help me, Nightingale
Make my heart prevail
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
try to place me in/
Like gems I'm embracing within,
& blocking out any watchers who been hating my Spin/
Been Tryna get it proper but the best of ya can
is a musical genius
Let her songs transport you to another world
Last year I was in a neighborhood down in Los Angeles called Echo Park
Me and my
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
like fool nigga
I don't really play by the rules
She callin me Bob when I build on that ass
And I hammer her out like a tool
Wait
Chief again prolly
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
enough
cant keep my drank in my double cups cant keep yo hoe off my fucking nuts
you got the bob you gone smoke or what egyptian bitch make me feel like
My revelation won't be televised, no
Woke up like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky
Side chick got mad at me you can throw a fit but don't touch the ride
5:45
be suckin' a black dick
And if it takes the death of me, to make history
The whole world will remember my misery
I know what I'm tryin' to say my
up
I keep a Glock by my side, and it's one up
Pop out with my B's/bees, your ass can get stung up
Put a opp on a tee, your ass can get hung up
It's Da
high
With one hand in a forest with a tree falling alone, ya heard?
Cut rugs to it, me and my leaky budget nickel-bribe the judges
Just
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