Lyrics:
away
Don't get burned by your heart
'Cause you're a long, long way from home
You need a man of your own (oh, you're gonna need someone to hold
soul for a deal and only a couple million
Bullshit ass chains with the bullshit ass grill
Surrounded by some lames that's stuck up on your heel
I'm not
some cash & a case of beer
Next fella had me all he played was Bob Seger
When I say that’s all he played, I ain’t kidding either
Mostly he just played
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
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
up Bobs and John
Got the boys and we hit the streets
There’s a rat in Gavilan that we’ve got to meet
It’s a long way home
We’ve got a long long way
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
home, deliver me
(Time to come home)
Way too long
I've been rescued by the Savior (time to come home)
Don't you wanna be in His favor (time to come
Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe, and No Show Jones
Yeah! Pass that bottle around
Got
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're two Bob
Was a young gun, but we're still on, Lewi White
Been here so long
make it home
If I die today just sing these songs
See the naked truth in these naked wrongs
And it wont be long till I make it home
Imma slapbox god for
I got a limit
So I'ma spit it
In under a minute
Not gonna kill it
So I'ma hit it
Bob like I'm building
High like the ceiling
Ain't really feeling
I
yo' time!
Evil prince:
Jes' might distress yo ass to loin dat on de way home fum de san quentim 'tater mashin' 'speri- ment, me 'n de country westin
can't vegetate no matter what they say
Man has to make it all the live long day
Man has to create karma that s the way that it is
Man has to keep
change gonna come
It's been a long...
A long time comin but I kno
Change gonna come, change gonna come,
Change gonna come, change gonna come
[B.o.B
Welcome ladies and gentlemen
This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah
We
you suffer now
Baby let your hair grow long
(baby let your hair grow long)
There's no way I can help you
You gotta do it all by yourself now
Don't want
I love the days
When I listen
To my records
One by one I put them on
And I feel better
Like Emmy Lou
Kentucky Blue
Singing sweetly to my soul
Welcome ladies and gentlemen
This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah
We
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
the wagon to the top with Ma secured by a rope
My brother Bob he needs his sleep but them dogs won't permit such things
His wife and kids are all upset
We take the long way home
We're never feeling alone
So hop in the ride, let's go for a drive, cruising down the 5, yeah
And we take the long way
to do
I was there: upset and ashamed of it too
Then I saw Bob once again and he was holding a bat
He told me "What you waiting for? Go home"
And I said
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