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A Gospel Song

Bob Geldof

The Vegetarians of Love

1990

*Taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof

Midwest Swinging

Big Ward

Vol. 1: Family Input

2002

hide and go seek
We got space out hurr, we can ride and chief
Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it

No Rearview

Starlito

Cold Turkey

backwards
Not a quitter at all but I'm giving up bad habits like
Women with hidden agendas and better bitches in general

I'm being specific, nothing

I'm speaking up this time around
Cause everything you lost is about to be found
And I like the way you like the way
I strum on my guitar as you let

heed not
Now we all tokens to be taken in the same slot
Enticed by forbidden fruit, any chance gotta shoot for the loot
The apple of your eye
The reason

Was at your crib we was staying up past ten
We was sipping on Bacardi
We was playing Bob Marley
Yeah, I miss you laying on me
I miss your lips

way
Red solo cup couple hundred bucks I’ve got my cash straight
Case of beer, my family's here no fear protected by my gun safe
I’m hungry, been working

Hawaii
Call up Bob Marley blow some mauwi wowi
Hope you understand how I feel custa
Hope you know I don't wanna kill custa
Fuck yall customer giving

you a note you know the vibes 
As you ride by my side I'm pushing the envelope 
Are you the Bonnie to this Clyde baby girl I need to know 
Laid back in

gotta bob and weave
Gotta stay focused on me
Gotta stay pushing for better
They change up like weather thats not new to me
B*tch f*ck school its chance

me constantly
Could it be the fact that I'm Wyte or I fucked off with the three
Watch the puddie hit the flow up and down the puddie go
All around

calorie count
Get to the cake in my calvins and Ralph
Drop hits, straight dingers ain't no grounding it out
Cool wit my dogs, cop the buschel that's from

a threat
On my Bob Marley rasta peace love and respect
Down to airport road straight to Hermans for that bread
Now we going up so quick
I feel the blood

in da wraith
I got 8 gold chains on like sha Shabaranks
All headshots like young bob I'm shootin on her face
The trap numbers going up I'm back to my

spartan
Watch you call the war off
Get at you on some real shit
Load up pop clips
Horror torture apocalypse
Always kill shit
You on the Bob and Neil tip

love to kill each other

Blinded by hate is the fate of my silly brothers

Bob Barker, niggas I’ll really kill they mother

If the price is right,

I'm here to set the record straight raiser of the stakes
In turn I'm burning pape' up this is not The Raise
Raising red flags more I should've saved

just a muse burned out been blunt with a blunt to my face ace ace tryna stay out the joint stayin high rollin up like a boss Bob ross couldn’t picture

the profit let's quadruple
Now employed old bosses lesson learned didn't take losses
Wavy Ima weave Ima bob no doodle
Ain't hard searching me engine ran by

giving life
It's a mental game but still be doing all right

I ain't left turned right on how I fight this fight
Bob n weaving Mohammed body I be Ali nice

Big trumpet no flute
Christ walk can't lose 
Faith walk peace shoes
Born again made new
Praise God raise the roof
Carry the cross is what I do

Bob

that my vato 
Sliding in the coupe picking pockets that's my motto
I just won a million on god that's the lotto 
Pull up to the club straight sipping out

rinds
Open up the archive
See I never trapped but I still made my point off the corner like off-whites
Tryna find a way on a path less walk by
Mind body

had its run, but now it’s time I get my shit straight
Fuck the fast lane I'm cruising up & down the interstate
They won’t show me love, they not sleeep