Lyrics:
There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
For your mental, spirit and physical temple
Bob your
do for a living, slice cold cuts?
You look slick, but you know every Tom and Dick
You're more quick than a chick from a porno flick
While you
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on 2 Thessalonians 2:15, 2 Timothy 3:14, Philippians 1:6
I've been to the party and I left alone
And I've danced with
development arrested, you're boring like Bob Loblaw
Like blah blah, policy, blah blah, put your hand down, dude, and just not talk
Yeah, and you could
Okay
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Good morning
Dick in your mouth while you're yawning
I'm goin' in
Gudda, why they started me?
Marley, why they
tab kid"
However you get there, foot it, cab it
Iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat
He might toss
You be there crying when its played by your friends
I'm making movies every night to no end
While you still
Gotta watch everything that you spend
I said
it into his eye
KC bitch, you're about to go down
Imma kill you right now, you're about to drown
My name is Tom, not KC
Let out your last words, let me
I'm not an undercover cop but I
Just caught you on my wire
Time to lay you out
The cyber bully's on this Cypher
Smile! You're live on SpyCam
a one-horse open sleigh.
Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight
And sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bob-tailed bay
the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with the James Boys out
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
the soldiers
Few bob for sweets and new toys
There's nothing wrong with this mommy
That's what we do with the boys
You made your way to Bogside
Marching for
here to set you straight
Now shake something like you're getting blamed for it
Now break something like you're getting blamed for it
There's only so
of the negro
I’m black queer and upset
There’s blood on this rainbow
Conservative
You blind as fuck
You’re catfishing angles
We engineer these movements
And get
a crash landing
But you've been laying there forever
You blame it on the change of weather
You went from getting high to getting by
Is he why you're
If you've got a friend that you want messed up
Just meet me on the corner by the tail of the pup2
I'll be there soon if you'll wait a while
It'll be
Are emotions tied to the heart?
Is there a limit?
Could you overpump a feeling leaving a valve filled till it's dripping?
Listen, if you live life
the flow
Going all night - Lionel Rich-
from Jimmy Fallon till morning like Tom Joyner show, there’s more but yo...
( c )
If i say i love you
then i
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry:
Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite
I'm just another Russell Group punk
Just another Distrokid kid
Just another dime-store Tom Verlaine
Waiting for my 15 seconds of fame
When the child
gwown up at the Third Street
It doesn't really matter if you're a freak,
you're a geek, you're an Ashley,
you're a sneak or the new kid
There is a place
a basehead,
that was found dead in Zug Izland.
Keep that beard.
And Don't be weird.
You're not feared.
So, here. Shady. Grab a beer.
To the one out there
I'm with Ron Parker and Bob Barker selling Louis Vuitton parkas
In the park without paying for parking
Street coded, Tom Fleece
Rock Paper, Gon
Discuss these youre there by bob tom Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In