Lyrics:
it's always class
This week in good news
They kick out your front door
We are one
But not the same
Using the homeless to guard empty houses What
the illcognito,
kill a ego off quick then i'm chillin regal
part Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Bobbito,
bald eagle soaring on em, got me transforming on em like...
The sixties still
Bob Dylan says timed are changin'
But I know they never will
OH me heart is livin' in
The sixties still
When Johneen Donnellan held the Sam
or anyone in my clan
Touch me or anyone in my clan
Make you leave like a clown fucking turnaround fucking turnaround
I'm like Bob Dylan but I got a mission
must go and be what you must be
For the times they are a chang'in
And Dylans was rearrang'in
And the times they have all changed us
It's the same song
I
thing
A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan
Yeah I smoke cheeba, it helps me with my brain
I might be
headphones on
She hears the music blasting
She sees here brother marchin' by
Their bond is everlasting
Listening to Bob Dylan singin'
In 1963
Watchin'
perks of being God's gift
I'm gift wrapped, they ain't gone never try me
It ain't only on phones I'm verified by Face-ID
Look. Trying to get closer
was just chillin'
Within two weeks was playing songs by bob dylan
It just seemed to come easier the harder she tried
How many times must the cannon
Jokerman
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships
[Intro: RZA]
Yo, the great Digi
"What are you looking for?"
The World's greatest mind
Bob Digital
"Man with no mother"
[RZA]
Yo, try to cross
Mars
When words are weaved, pictures are painted
Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets
As I bob and weave between stars
Learn and dream between Mars
Greenwich Village where it all begun
And Bob Dylan would be sleeping in his jeans, in my bathtub
If I was there in 1961
Well if I was there in 1962
I'd be
to Bob Dylan
Chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em
Said killin'em
Come on, come on killin'em
Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
to Bob Dylan
Chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em
Said killin'em
Come on, come on killin'em
Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
They can't
think the money is changin' my mood
Yeah
Rich nigga opinion
I got a rich nigga opinion, yeah
Deals flyin' all winter
And I get you slimed out by
analyzed by the painless
It’s like everyday
The people ‘round me steady changin’
Feel like the label play games
They must forgot that they ain't
Come where
locked until the morning
I'mma do by 23
What they couldn't do by 40
Got a shorty with a Beamer
Her ex-boyfriend was a cheater
So I'm driving while she's
B.O.B
What's up, what's, down.
Ladies and gentleman we are entering into the fifth dimension
And I mention we gone.
Right on right on
B.O.B
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
or your own place
You fans online are bored by your face
You're standing by the mirror taking selfies
And your homies are getting pay increase
Eh hey Bob
been on the ride a long time
And they begin to question "Is this real, or is this just a ride?"
And other people have remembered
And they come back to us
the head
Of the biz wouldn't miss so we pray for the dead
And then kiss'em good-bye, listen don't cry
On a Bob Dylan mission they were fixin' to die
Nothing
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