Lyrics:
noticed ya dig
So when and if I blow, they gone see me in the news like damn who dat is
Uh
I put down the gram and I got me some more money
Yeah, yeah
Like
would have called me out
And said, "You ripped off Bill Evans"
I asked the guys, "Who is this guy, anyhow?"
"It's Bill Evans," he said "One
to show out though
Drown in the liquor
Your switch is flicker
Lash out it's all cut throat
바보 면 바보로 살아
Bob on the moon don't grow up
Lowkey we fell out I'm
over me
I got him tatted on my hand made by the almighty
Bob Marley in the middle of the night
Bob Marley make me feel so right yeah
Bob Marley yes im
Last week, uh, in Nashville, Bob Dylan, one of the top writers
Well, I don't need to tell you who Bob Dylan is
The greatest writer of our time was
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
And when I was awoken
By the parents who proclaimed the legend
It was the life force to find you again
that emptied the ink of my pen
And sent me back
in the PM
Like the football league
That shit's going straight into divisions
We're some real drug dealers
You won't need a prescription
All of my
won't... to be involved when really its unresolved love, that's lingers on and never been addressed to move on, a major lesson is can you learn to live with
the countryside
My name is St. George
I'm a knight
Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm
I was working out of the castle on the nightwatch
when a call came in from
it is to be finally living
I cannot believe it I swear
7am I'm reading 'bout what Jesus 'bout
'Bout Jesus' bout with the wicked ones who snuffed
performing procedures
Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but
"Vengeance is mine" said the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on death's
em say my name if they don’t wanna say it
Ain’t going by my slave name who can shade him
No Illuminati lil' baby still illuminated
And they aluminum
Different beezys all up in my life they be butting in
All my bms is some whores watch out who you nutting in
Haha I'm a fool I know
With my goons I go
How you
right
Yeah. It was a gun
8:22 pm. I talked to one of the maidens
who had almost been devoured
Could I talk to you, Ma'am
Who are you
I'm St.
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
bought you another-
I'll come and slide by 8PM
What did I do to deserve you?
Don't even know what I did
Been' prayin' on it since a kid
I guess
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
his head
"That's not risky that thought is dead, " he
Says "It's like, 'You know, I rhyme, too' "
Turning to me, Pharrell says
"I always call him
Claiming you're a killer when
You a Christian cause it makes
You sound like an idiot
You need to tell these people
Who you really is that Philly kid
Who got
don't be uptight!
Over by $1, what a fright!
Nobody ever wrote a song about Bob (Why not?)
This is a shame he did such a good job
He deserved (he does!)
thought out of the box
I guess on every bad ending follows a good beginning
It is you, so keep on winning
Don't listen what the others say about your dad
dealers out of a job if you can buy it in the post
He's a gent a scholar and an expert poster
Who else could make a spliff from a Bob Marley poster
Bob
house
Hit me back six pm say that you passed out
You still alive aight cool seems for a while
You might've blacked out
You can't motivate yourself
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