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prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
So they harnessed and bridled the old grey mare
All along, down along, out
It's been said before, same old checkerboard
King me
I'm trying to see the 7 shores before the coroner inks me
Knocking at heaven's door with Bob Dylan
It's been said before, same old checkerboard
King me
I'm trying to see the 7 shores before the coroner inks me
Knocking at heaven's door with Bob Dylan
I went on my own to
Jamaica, to Bob Marley's old studio
And sang of a lovely, doomed young friend:
"Fatima Fatima, I'm in America
I make rhymes and I
I'm totally fucked up. I can barely speak. I'm totally fucked up.
They gave me so many drugs. But, uh... I'm gonna be here... Alright,
what we're
We made Oklahoma a little after three
Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
brothers were going, they were getting down
Even Pops was going for a piece of the crown (Cinderfella!)
They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I
They say ain't nothin' like the first time
And it was love at first drive
Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold
Old truck I drove in high school,
six threw me back, a few they clapped
But I ate those, them shits is Scooby Snacks
I ain't see stars, I'm a G pa
Threw the Lam' in 6th, Drove
lasts
You gotta get your heart out that cast
They spend their nights down at the Old Tiger's Head
Return too tired to even fall into bed
They know this
old dance floors
Selling ourseves like 2 bit whores
Trying to make enough to pay the band
Another gig, another one night stand
Bob Dylan came
I’ve seen the cities
Drank with rockers and the mods, yeah
Under the table, left some ones that they they call gods, hey
I’ve been through nights
porch chillin, listening to Bob Dylan
A couple children, teaching them that old school feelin'
My parents made me, never to be lazy
That’s not how they
Had to hit it for the one night
And it’s all coming in on schedule
And it just came in like we thought so
Nig*** just trying to block Lane they
wife was sleeping in another bed
His eyes were a permanent shade of red
He would stay up all night just trying to find that sound
Bob Dylan parodies
frenzy that precedes every war?
Did it flourish the night
They drove old Dixie down?
The rich sell the word
The poor hit the ground
Control, control,
Old straps and wheels
Real fat like they named Big Snap
My under grow like NASA bitch and plus
My glove box got that blah
I'm fresh as fuck I got
to spend, oh.
Kicked down the doors in new orleans,
We got busted at grove hill where nobody goes,
And long bob drove us to the badlands,
You can bet your ass
6th, Drove to the E.R.
Had to make it hot
Feel like Pac I know it's set up
Them old niggas know I'm bout to take they spot
Ain't no A.B. I.O.U.
Y.B.
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
So fast can you slow down
I'm just tryna take time
Watch it go down
They like FRESCO
Can we get the old sound
Lex fight night
Front row showdown
So
funny how wasn't nobody interested
'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus
Now I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they ask me, they ask me, they
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
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