Lyrics:
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
be
The world's most elaborate joke
Have you heard the old joke about the musician
Trying to be the next Bob Dylan
All of his hopes for his future
it by Bob Dylan on a live thing, which is the opposite. It was very, very fast. And I thought, Well, how else can we do it? And I started messing
Just to see if I can live forever or I'll die young
Bitch I'm Benj BCB ain't trying be an icon
Top 5 like Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan
Fucking
shifting
But I'm still holding On to everything that I have, it's lavish
Even putting spotlights over all of my baggage
'cause I know that when I first
say I got a passion for this thing
See I'm an addict
God damn it I'ma fiend
Gotta have it, been putting in fed time nigga
The game's in my blood, every
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
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of
All this shit
You're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to
Quit like if you hear
A record by Bob Dylan
Greenwich
New York to pick up our saxophone player who lives in Clifton Park
I'm in a car surrounded by three other of my bandmates
They're all listening
Man, those were the days (those were the days)
We listened to the songs Bob Dylan wrote
We sat there stoned and amazed
We forgot to eat, we forgot
1008 done turn to ashes i'm stuck inside my own madness
worst thing i could imagine started to happen
i ain't really have no daddy then i lost my
the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in they soul!
So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but people
of the most famous jazz pianists in the world"
I said, "I think I may have heard of him
Or maybe I'm getting him confused
With the chain food restaurant Bob
of Somalia
Which I escaped as a boy
My audience is in America
So my songs should reflect the land where
I have chosen to live and work
They have a point
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
jail?
When I can be on the street with my peep nigga
Countin' some mill
Hypnotized by fast thangs, fast cars and fast bitches
I'm tryin' to have fast
camp girls behind trees
We'd huddle together when times could've been better
Nobody could touch one of us
Some things in town just never changed
Like
are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're two Bob
Was a young gun, but we're still on, Lewi White
Been here so long,
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
hangs in most
Homes and around our necks
And we have just taken that
For granted all our lives
Is it a symbol of hope or hopelessness? The
World's most
really wanna be Bob Dylan so very bad
They told me that: we're at the regret to reject
You're out-of-date, late and antiquated, just way out of range
So
something to cut in case you has to
If he was on the island he'd probably rob a millionaire
And be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here
These clever
know, Romeo Must Die
Red dress for that red wine
Go low for that Merlot
Girl could make her back bend like a Cirque show
Bob Dylan in the winter with
the spectacle, the grand social circus.
*
Up against the rows of grey robots who control our lives
The things we have to offer sometimes seem so frail.
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