Lyrics:
a back-house
I remember them girls that went back out
Fast forward, I'm blowin' their back out
Fast forward, I'm throwin' these racks out
'Cause I know that
(Pay attention)
Yo, SB (Holiday Season, nigga)
Ha (go hard)
I think it's my time, you know why? (Go hard)
My tears have dried
And I know that
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
got a Bobby Boucher mind
Ya brain ain't do the proper healin'
Now go 'head
Tap my pockets like you did Goodz if you want
I'ma let you but what I'm a do
dreaming about?
Bobby, what's inside?
What are you thinking right now?
What are you thinking?
Go to sleep
I guess that I was just thinking things would be
where they come from, I'm killing everyone
Finally make it to the back all alone pitch black
Hear a sound, what was that?
Think it came from over there
blind
And where to go, no matter how far I'll find
To let you know, that you're not alone
Only thing they ever did wrong (yes, yes)
Was bein born
go? (Go)
Big gold, debit codes, where draws go (ay)
Girl, that pussy just ain't good enough to stay (stay)
Go from L.A. To the Bay (Bay)
I'm
I can tell by the way she talkin'
That she down to go the mile
Had a couple drinks now we headed back to her place
The shade of red from her
no, no) Get focused
(Where ever did you go?) Get focused
(Where did the wind blow?) Baby boy you ain't focused
(Where did the wind blow?)
All I wanna,
holding on to it
Understand a little girl has lost her dad
Saving a million of us
On the border track
You think the love you've lost
Can replace all of that
to know you, and be the reason you smile
Girl you know where I'm from, you know how I get down
When times get tough, tell me that I'm special
Not rap, I
odds.
We cling so closely together
Because we have little other than ourselves.
Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive
Will be the same day M.T.v. Play videos
That was a little joke, voila
Praises due to the most high, Allah
Praises due to the most fly, Prada
Baby I'm
favorite place oh Bobby Jones how bout that
Why did you have to leave me like that oh Bobby Jones why did you have to go
My bestest friend
He got a job
Are you happy right now where you at, girl?
Did the money go straight to your head, girl?
Did you grow up a little too fast, girl?
'Cause if you did
home
(Found a new home, found a new home, found a new home ban he found a new home)
U, Kant E. Scapegoat, where did gu go ...
(Gotta go now, gotta go
for pretty girls
Didn't cost much money to
See the picture show
So we hopped the bus into town
That's where all the girlies used to go
Fifty
Some where in Jersey
With sister auntie & primo
Little did she know
My auntie would
Get on top of me
Checking my diaper properly
Playing around with my
Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?)
Look girl shit I got more than a little
She set me up for the kiss of the black widow
You couldn't get
Something we can't talk about?
A little green monkey over there
Kills a million people?
That's not fair!
Did it really go that way?
Did you ask the c.i.a.?
you the coldest that I seen
Pinch me girl am I in a dream
Baby you the girl of my dreams
Real Angel girl where your wings
It's like a Angel talking
little did she know this would be the last seduction
She would ever put on any man
Bobby played alone with Mary games, and let her take control
Just like
Dialogue: Picture this where it all started was back in Boston, Mass. Some time ago (believe that) and by reopening the doors to all youth a little
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