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Its some shit that I did by myself
All alone and nobody cared
Going up and they can't accept
That nigga gone be a star
When he get on that beat its

stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he

on some night moves like Bob Seger
High on life, right here and now
Just a little bit more than the law will allow
Marchin' to the beat of my own drum
Got

Selection

Fishbone

Fishbone 101: Nuttasaurusmeg Fossil Fuelin' the Fonkay

1996

You go out to the bar after you get paid
You see the little surfer girl with eyes of jade
Then you see a foxy lady standin' by her side
Pick up

of stars
Im praised because I'm forever on the grind eyez on the prize I strive to emphasize I'm the greatest alive
Magnetize business deals
Killshots will

settle down by that old marky, just you me and Steve.
Throw our belongings in the sea, we’ll start from scratch oh we’ll feel so free.
Every day will be

the breadknife
Grandma wake up
And scene

Across the pond In a little town
Lived the short stout Bobby Brown 
Cut his grass With a sharpened axe
Never paid a dime

Im a jungle boy
Jungle boy
Nothing will ever change
Everyday
Im a jungle boy
Jungle boy
In these trees I thrive
Filled with ecstasy
Yeah, I'm

Look, feel like I'm Bob Ross
'Cause every pic I paint come to life
Whenever I'm down I sit back and think of the times
I love your flaws and your

to meet him, while walking round the town
Just shake him by his fat old hand and give him half a crown
His eyes will beam and sparkle and gurgle with

to fly
See me in the sky
With bob the jet car guy
Yea my soul lies in its reliquary
My mind will be gone
Until February
I'm cleaning it out for a sanctuary

You go out to the bar after you get paid
You see the little surfer girl with eyes of jade
Then you see a foxy lady standin' by her side
Pick up

and on Christmas Day
I'm finna rock this onesie all damn day
I'm finna stay up late as I count my lucky stars
Imma take this little crush and turn it into bars
When

the blood out their pores 

Shocked by the gore, we just watched how they tore these
Little kids into pieces, chopped up on the floor.
I'm down on all fours,

Cargo don’t do the job
It’s a little too big call my uncle bob
With my old man whip
Take a long road trip
And my wheels don’t slip
Hot coffee take a
With

was blind my desire was to shine
I'm still in the dirt but i need you with me
I pray that we will never be like Bob and Whitney
Real talk i just need