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from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
right here, she looking so ecstatic yeah
Got this Asian slut, she's probably going to suck it yeah
Me and Dylan man we running all the streets right here
ain't hard we all want a garden to plant some seeds
I use to self sabotage with my selfish needs
I bit into the apple the serpent had put a spell on me
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
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
Listen Ben
We've made so many diss tracks on you
I don't even understand why you keep trying, I mean
Dylan's music is so good and yours, yours is
I'll ride all night
And I need you for this ship to take flight
Let's go, let's go
Come on baby let me take it off
Another second we gone blast it
dance that real Martha Graham shit
Night in jail, out on bail, time to rail shit
More like Bob fuckin Dylan than Cate Blanchett
We on that real Peter Pan
to happen
Like the sound of one hand clapping (Bob Dylan)
Cross my tracks and I get to trapping
What if all these hills got flattened?
In my area, StateFarm
My first concert was b.o.b.
I was 14 im tryna see the magic in me
Johns mom drop us off so hype to get out we spilled out
That car
Grindin with
it out
As you keep chasing the light
Remember back when you slept on my floor
Blow up mattress down by the door
Ten pounds heavier from wasted time
We
on my horse, suckin' dick to Bob Dylan
Don't think twice, it's alright to get filling
Another girl by sundown, God, lord willing
I'm a born sinner, know
came back from Britain
And William Shakespeare penned it
Might be the black Bob Dylan
If not then I'm on a mission
I'm of the titan fraction
We leave you
told Tae bring the Bob Dylan out
That p- so cold, we just chillin' out
They be yellin', yellin', ye-yellin' out
It's Barbie, bitch, if you still in
unaware
I'm trying to learn it all hoping I can take you there
I got older got smarter brokenhearted independent
Met my brothers we would roam the city
before it’s too dark
Bob Dylan was blowing in the wind
Knocking on Heaven’s door, open and let me in
You gotta give us what we want
You gotta give us what
we all turn blue
I'mma put my knee on the Commander-in-Chief
Press down on his neck 'till he begs and he pleads
'Cause that's what it's like when we
of your suitcase
You're taking everything, you've got my heart on a string
Just tell me where we are going
All I am is where you are
And I never knew you
Dylan isn't Dylan and Wayne isn't Wayne
They got where they are by changing their names
Jesus was the first Superman we know that of course
One got
Dylandylandylan it's time to get up
It's time to tell a story Dylan
It's time to get up
Tell us an autobiography
Hey It's time to get up Dylan
It's
Dylan
I went through some odd healing
Might rock the cardigan
If it gets em broads digging
Finna put us on the Radar
MBA we major
When you go through all
cool like cool whip (Cool whip)
Or keep it chill like Bob Dylan
Red roses ye I need a million (Million)
Dolla dolla bills (Bills)
Million dolla deal
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
hand bookstore. He never wrote so we never knew where
he was. He studied for a while, after leaving home, at Oxford on
a couple of scholarships, won all
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