Lyrics:
know well get there
Obviously nigga
Ill never follow these niggas
This is the prophecy written
If you feeling aint this shit
Nigga get high and go listen
in town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's slick
up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself there
The way it looks,
ONE MORE BROKEN HEART TONIGHT
Music & Lyrics by Gordon Pogoda and Bob Martinez
Silence is gold - That’s just a lie
Baby you’re cold - I don’t know
If you agree to agree
That the greatest is Ali
You'll realize I'm the worst
More like the Cabin Boy Tom Green
If you worship MJ, Pele, and Barry
met and what did or did not occur
Sitting in the station, it's all a blur
Of dancehall hips, pretentious quips
A boxers, bob and weave
And here's
the silence of the frozen room was shattered
By a kid who shot before he called his name
He looked up at his killer
>from the floor where he had fallen
Said,
Bob's on the radio
I'm talking to the ghost of Stevie-Ray
Down by the windmill
And Mr Tambourine man stand up and sing a little
I don't care what
sounds poetic stuff until you’re a starving artist then it really fucking sucks when your stomach gets to rumblin keeping you awake while you’re laying
Making the hits like Clipse
Yeah you exist, but you're barely living
This motivation is rarely driven
By the force of the dark side
I can really make you
rhymin'
Now you're sulkin' in the corner, a baby cryin'
Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars
Fuckin' up the shit, now their heads bob
We ain't new
Written & Composed by Udo Niebergall, Eric Schnecko, Maloy, Heyoka
Published by Peer Music, Beatdisaster Publishing
Video by Tom Dannenberg, Castlewood
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of
All this shit
You're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to
Quit like if you hear
A record by Bob Dylan
couch potatoe
Sit around like a fixed tom-cat
Watchin' sponge bob and gettin' fat
You used to be my only wish
Now you've been replaced by a satellite dish
Oh oh oh oh
You've got me feeling brand new
Feeling brand new
With you by my side, there's nothing I can't do, yeah
Feeling brand new
Feeling brand
[Verse 1: Tom Niland]
Gloating around in confusion
My mind has turned off, stopped rebootin'
Since you let me fall I am lost
Tried my best, wanted
of breathe here
Getting choked up there's not even a noose near
Step back I need some air to set my mind clear
Getting cussed by a fiend, shame on me
Never
of your own
And there’s no need for locks
On that old cardboard box
Even though it’s the place you call home
I can see by your face
That you’re leaving
Monday morning, I looked the mirror in the eyes
I think I'd kill myself, if I ever wet blind
Your life is slipping away
You found out you're older
never get got
glue to the gift so what's up dread
you couldn't bob to the bass but now you're hooked like a bass head
I'm about to show ya contract
I fall over and over and over
Over, over on you
I get ill, I get ill, I get ill
You're the only one I'm into
You and me fit so tight
I go
I fall over and over and over
Over, over on you
I get ill, I get ill, I get ill
You're the only one I'm into
You and me fit so tight
I go
Don’t sell your bod
I say your not
My god
You scream when they Bob your knob
While You say Sex work isn’t legal
Yet You’re out here selling kids
It’s
a one-horse open sleigh
He laughed as there I sprawling lie
But quickly drove away
Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young
Take the girls tonight
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