Lyrics:
Def and Kweli
Zepplin, Onyx, Beck, and Chuck D
Feelin' of Bob Dylan, hints of John Lennon
Mixed with a bit of Pimp C and Bun B (Woah)
Marley in my heart
(written by Bob Dylan)
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Even If you don't know by now
An it ain't no use to sit and wonder why
Babe it
Bob Dylan
If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail.
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time then lonesome would mean
Written by Bob Dylan
Copyright 1964 M Whitmark & Sons/ Warner Chappell Music (ASCAP)
It might be the color of the sun cut flat
And covering
Wonder
Bob Dylan, Marvin Gaye, aretha Franklin
The forever changed what popular music could
Say and what it could mean
The masterpiece we're about to
Play
life would be
If I hadn't always had Bob Dylan with me
I mean everything he wrote
I'm strung out on heroes
My friend Jeff Lewis says Songs cbout
me hit him with his number, I'ma try to reach out"
Had to cross yo name out with the white now I'm out
I was sinking down the swimming pools
And I felt
Well me and the boys are feeling alright
Raising some hell, sipping on whiskey and shine, yeah
Bob Dylan on the jukebox, shooting some pool
Telling
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
Performer：Chad Stuart
Lyricist ：Bob Dylan
Ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe
If you don't know by now
Ain't
the same Gerald half killer, half nerdy
So far
My 20's they've been one hell of a journey
Bob Dylan told me don't trust no one over 30
Damn, draped in Saint
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
I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
I'LL ScIL 'EM UP TO BOB CcY, I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL,
WRITTEN BY KIRKLcND BODIE,
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
me I switch the plan up
Bulletproof this, radio scanners
Ballin' 'til they ban us
You gettin' too much bread, they try to jam you
Boy from the hood
me I switch the plan up
Bulletproof this, radio scanners
Ballin' 'til they ban us
You gettin' too much bread, they try to jam you
Boy from the hood
billions (trillions)
Bobs on me like Dylan, blondes on me like Hilton
Wendys on me like Williams, shouting, digging
Look at me like I'm alien
Bitch, I'm
to this life
Eyes wide to that light show
Try to catch it all first hand
Second hand then you might choke
Stepping in for a fight bro
Bob and weaving then
have a watch
Try to get lit, he just ain't have the watts
My bitch look good, she like Megan the fox
She tryna go down, got her face by my crotch
Slime
Bobby...
Bobby baby...
Name it, Sarah Bobby bubi...
Listen, pal, I'd like your opinion Bob...
Rob-O...
Robby, love...
Try me, Peter Bobby,
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-all
Bob Dylan's here
And what a slippery son of a gun
If he was ever in my sights
I'd probably melt down like
Riding round with my niggas
Listening to bob dylan
Bitch Im in my building
Imma make five children
Yall don't know how I'm feeling
I just hope a smile heal
say they miss the old me
Didn't realize I was new
I've been goin through the motions
Feeling pretty hopeless
Sniffing diet soda
But I hope that you
and cards.
i learned chess at 8, when i learned my funny valentine.
i met bob dylan. He called me a poet.
i rode with maximilian shell,
and leonard cohen in
Bob Dylan say
It's been fifteen now since my father passed away
But I can still picture him in his overalls
Standin' around the house where he made his
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