Lyrics:
Tom: I'm gonna come back and
I'm gonna start -I'm
Gonna start a therapeutic massage
Center only for, for -
Mark: I'm going to start
My own nudist
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
and forth, I ain't no convos
I flew to Paris and my plug named Diego, Gradur !
Gucci shirt, belt, Tom Ford
Finessed the plug and he fell for it
Fuckin'
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night
PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night
PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
screeching to a halt
They grabbed bob, he started screamin'
It was all my fault
There were men and dogs
And helicopter buzzin' all around
They had
They grabbed bob, he started screamin'
It was all my fault
There were men and dogs
And helicopter buzzin' all around
They had the brothers
and dogs and helicopter buzzin' all around
They had the brothers on the pickup hood and me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but Randy he held tight
get money for Cool leg
Ed You Kay Shun get Temmie on top!
Tem have lots of things for sale
Mostly Temmie Flakes
Yeah, we have armor but can't really
two, and ask for Bob."
Well, I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, "Hello, this is Bob speakin'." I says "This here the Bob got the pickup truck
leaves and walking dogs
Daily deeds and bob a jobs
Sitting babies salting snow
Helping ladies cross the road
Washing cars, recycling tins
Catching
The blicky be with me
It's portable
Wait
Stop
If you broke get a job
Bitch I'm back on bullshit
Hoe call me Bob
I'm back on bullshit
Call me Bob
I'm back
screeching to a halt
They grabbed Bob, he started screaming that it was my fault
There were men and dogs and helicopters flying all around
They had
good for you like a vegatable
Shows by the several
Schedule full of festivals
And if I ever do time
Than you know it's federal
Uh, incredible, yeah
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch
Yeah my dog T was just rocking, ya heard me?
Hit the weed, T
Ya heard me? Yeah
Uh, now let me start
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
means I was retarded
Drank tequila
Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment
I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk
And we came up with this great idea
mean..."
Well, Bob's been here for over twenty years keeping these woods alive
With his only friends, a dog named Barney and his instruments, his musical
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