Lyrics:
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
Back to the wall for the time I was cross
All by yourself in the middle of the storm
When you only got I, man, I know that shit numb, pour up red dead
at the waves
She keep on calling cuz i aint been home in somes days
Im on the road to them riches if yeen wit me then stay out the way
I done been left by some
From a guy named Bob
You might as well be addicted to drugs,
Let's get back to the way it was
When the earth was round
Before the upside down
Back
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
And running down them passages
Kissing girls in there until they ask what's next
No clue at that age gotta be home by 10
Man sometimes I really miss the ends
to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee
When another car passed me by
Some day I'm gonna make big money
And buy myself a big old car
Make my way
while you're walkin' by a neighbor's home
You'll hear it faintly in the distance when you're on the phone
You're sittin' in a dentist's chair
And they've
Tukipatana kwa izi streets
Si lazima unigotee by the way
Act as if unijui sikutambui
Nakumbuka kila msee alinitoka
Modern day slavery
Nawork for free
Will
on my back ends
Really don't pretend left the Glockie at home so riding round with this F&N
Gang so crazy I ain't trying to see my niggas on fox again
So
nigga I made you
Slay those sayin they could break you so when I take
a break I go ape come back and play fool
When they think they won that's when I
now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by mornin'
CHORUS:
[Starang]:Now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope
[Tek]:that motherfuckers out here
Rap battle bob the Builder!
Versus! Bob Ross!
Begin!
Hey! The iller builder's arriving
To light a rhyme
Hey! Been redesigning bridges and
Houses
S-L-A-be , one of these motherfuckers finna see
I've been a sad cat with a fat cat all the way back, still spitting with heat
One of the rap game
pull up, hear my latest banger on his radio
Calendar turn '23, Nolan mind in doubt
Couple May's back, not a Maybach, almost took another out
Endless
just try and stop me
Cause I'm the future of my league like Sidney Crosby
I'm that kid ask Mr Miyagi
That I murder niggas with the ink like Rule
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Friday to me)
(Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home)
(Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy)
(Okay?)
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
line the big picture hit you then
How you come back round the way so they can look at your new Benz
Now that you've got buku Ns you now gaining buku new
it's way to late
We celebrate by your deathbed
Wishing that a better society will resurrect
A modern day city symphony
The dying Mother Nature once sang
place off the interstate
Just a little bit of Chavo
A couple jokes like Bob Hope
I went the wrong way several times on my way home
No I'm not alone
You want the Venus De Milo
For Nook Miles? Oh please
Think a Donatello's gonna fall out
Of an oak tree?
Think another barge is gonna barge in
Back end
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