Lyrics:
We settle it? Hit me in the nose, we'll see how it goes
So what the deal, ridaz?
Would you excuse me while I feel my nuts?
My balls are feeling
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Hebrews 4:13, Psalm 37:18
In the evening when I start to pray
I think about this day
Another page is turned
THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH
WRITER BOB STONE
I just stood there watching you
As you took off my ring
Then you gently put it in my hand
I guess I
Fanny J. Crosby, William H. Doane / H.G. Spafford, P.P. Bliss
Arrangement By Nicol Smith, Todd Smith, Allan Hall
In English:
Pass me not, o gentle
over me
I got him tatted on my hand made by the almighty
Bob Marley in the middle of the night
Bob Marley make me feel so right yeah
Bob Marley yes im
no you and me
There is just a blob
We could call it God
We could call it Bob
Hi Bob
Thanks for being
So complete
Thanks for putting me at ease
Thanks
And at times you could say I'm out of hand
I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run
Every time that paper hits my tongue
And sometimes it seems so odd
When my
takin' gypsy cabs and chasin' 50 bags
They be laced with shitty swag and it really get me mad
The way we saluting flags, wrapping them around our heads
the skills to pay the bills, y'all
So it better pull through when it comes to me
Let it go down like it's supposed to be
Words together like birds in
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Luke 19:40, Psalm 69:34, 148:9
Somebody's gonna praise His name
Somebody's gonna call Him Lord
It'll either
up a boulder
(HACK! HACK!)
Hack up a boulder
(HACK! HACK! HACK!)
Up a boulder
Now, one day, now I believe it was on a Tuesday, a man in
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
drowsy
In the cut so much that it's puss 'round me
Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours
Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it
If your tucks
you're at
Or at least it'll help you to feel it
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake
My head was out the window
Janey's fingers were in the cake
I
Bob Gibson
I started on a journey about a year ago to a little town called Morrow in the State of Ohio.
I've never been much of a traveler, and I
fit
Whatever you want in the world
Start by being it
I'll never star it, spangle it, banner it
Some voted it, it is what it is
Hope got choked out,
can be.
That man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea.
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I loves day man lak a schoolboy
the water is dead
Bob Marley, I'm burnin'
Bob Marley, I'm burnin'
Got me ballin' like Irving
And the world keep turnin'
In a suburban, I'm swervin'
Luba, it was only the finest wine
Means or no means
Only the finest place to dine
Paris in the sixties you had three sons
Handsome husband by your
to ponder where you are tonight
There's always a place right here in my gypsy heart
And though I keep on roaming and left it all
The memories, they all flood
And if they turn out good enough
I owe every word to you
To the man and the woman who threw me a glance
As they picnicked by the sea
And returned
nigga! Yeah
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have, I can't mold the sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born
in my arteries
But I can't feel it
Sometimes it's like 'pardon me, but I got a real big spirit'
I'm fearless, I'm fearless
Don't you try and grab
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