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
A sotto voice sang for the soprano singer
Whose tyrannical arais won't cease to linger
Bob's out there none of us play cool
Classmates in
TT, ayy
I'm TT, ayy
I'm gettin' tree tree, gettin' head by Keke
Ayy, Nini with me, and she sittin' pretty
And she sing like Whitney, ayy,
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,
New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Hughes Stadium, Colorado
University, Fort Collins, CO, 23 May 1976,
Transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
anga-yangna-baba"..."wha?"..."BABA-BABA-BABA!"..."WHAAAA???". Fuck! (lets out frustrated grunt) By the time I've got that far, I'm fuckin' totally fucked. Because I'm p..., I'm not payin' attention to my gig...
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
Niggas always hating on me
When pass by
Chuck the set out the window homie
When pass by
Gotta always keep on me
Might not last long
like your own babies.
I tried the bob and weave, she caught me by the sleeve.
And told the pap a few things that you would not believe.
She want
drop somebodies
Yeah (Noo)
Feel like I got chop somebody
Yeah
Bet on two shotgun shells right by, come by us
Yeah
Think I might have to zip somebody
Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tails ring
Making spirits bright
What fun
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
my heart, just in my mind...
I'll be singing 'bout island times
For so long you've been on my mind
Down at old Bob's bar and grill, catfish stew
vans
Posted in my stance
I’m a 80s baby goofy I don’t Fuckin dance
I be on my dolo
Tommy bitch no polo
Got boot by da boat load
Sale it by da Ochoa
lynched by Fox News hosts
Say fuck this job
We burnin' up
We gettin' out, we party
Sweat out your bob
And get your life
We ain’t worried 'bout nobody
Let’s
and hidin'
Diddy-wah-diddy all by myself
The sun is shining, there's a silver lining
Get my glad rags off of the shelf
Hey-bob-a-ri-ba, goin' back to my gal.
and work the plan that's metaphysics
Brick by brick I've been building my own business
Now you want a peace bitch mind ya own business
I grateful to be young
a plan
Other than laying by the sand with a tan till it's cold out
Bring me the Beatles and Bob Marley
Need a vibe on the side like it's all calling
Sway
Banga phone calling
Tek weh yuh gal
Have big man balling
Yeah we a chop from morning
We a chop from morning
We none pop molly
Big up Bob Marley
Make sure
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