Lyrics:
from her again
I think it's because she associates me with that bad night
That ended at Bob Evans, and I understand
And on the way home, I said
make me sick to my stomach
Well, look at you, you boob, I'm Scooby-Doo
You jump through hoola-hoops
I'm a clown who jumps up, up, and down, who pooped
It
no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature
But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause
B.O.B
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
would Bob do?
I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
don't impress me Dobalina
The style of dress is not the key Dobalina
It's all in the mind and the heart, so you should start
By remembering ya gotta
don't impress me Dobalina
The style of dress is not the key Dobalina
It's all in the mind and the heart, so you should start
By remembering ya gotta
a bob
I wouldn't let Bob the builder fix a faucet
Get his permits denied so he won't build apartments
Going against me is a wager & you will be garnished
on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make a lot of money
(Make
my mind
'Cause even when
I didn't have money and I played on the street
She told me
Come down and hold me
Cause you want to be me
I will never run
slapping time
I was holding Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose (Bob, Bob, Bobby
that's what I said, this is my miss-ion
I'm dickin' 'em down and all around, to make the head bob
So bend your neck, give nuff respect to me, dance
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
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 my clergy
While they hand me water when it was dirty
Press play I know you heard me
This shit ain't really perfect but that nigga hitting birdies
My
street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac,
reached his hand
To try and touch a machine not made by man
But the gravity it made he could not withstand
And man I wish I'd seen it
Bob Lazar
Bob Lazar
It's
The Boy
Deep Breaths
I'm sitting by myself at Bob Evans
And I never really believed in Heaven, so I
Wonder where it is exactly I'm headed
Cuz
got 51 flavors for yall you hear that lighter striking
Grab the loud split it down roll it up we choking Bruh Blowing that Bob Blowing that Bob Bob
Out Of Fashion lyrics
Tony King, Bob Evans, Tommy Evans,
I'm out of fashion and I'm out of style
Whatever happened to that friend of mine
I'm
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