Lyrics:
don’t get gassed off the internet
Album bout to drop got the town waiting
Back up in the spot like a Dalmatian
Sideshow Bob look at these clowns hating
don't know
I thought I would figure it out by now
But I still feel like I'm scratching
The surfaces of my sound
On the road to ten thousand
Where practice
Is it
Is it
Is it EM
Or is it ME
I think you get what i mean
They say oh fuck
Worst You better fucking slow down
Once Kers drops his last album I'll
albums flop
I'm on my knees and daily praying for my enemies
Pray they repent and turn to God and change their destiny
High yella light brown skin
Let's grab the pen I'm in album mode if you haven't noticed
The album was golden Pain Through the Scriptures went platinum
All in my inner circle
on the spoken word
Of The dopest lyrics I've ever heard
A symphonic connection
Intellectual collection
A melodic album of spiritual mixture
Rhythm and Blues Good
on the spoken word
Of The dopest lyrics I've ever heard
A symphonic connection
Intellectual collection
A melodic album of spiritual mixture
Rhythm and Blues Good
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
and real weed
I'm pleadin' guilty like Bob Marley
The weed killed me
I intercourse verbally, poetic perjury
To copy words of me leads to
Murder in the third
of hits coming at this hour
This is WMFW FM
This hour we got Bob Marley
The sounds of Miriam Makeba, Muta Baruka
We got the live music group Gumbo coming
lies)
There they go lying again (you're telling lies)
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*written by Bob Geldof and Johnnie Fingers
*taken
a hammer than a nail
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Happy Club"
Jah is watching you)
Man a wah some do a likkle bomboclaated
Weh feel like them because dem album charted
Well all bad card will be disregarded
No
hope
Our time spent was not wise
I'll see you later 'cause there's no such thing as "goodbye"
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have gotten
If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any
Still post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what won’t leave
Yeah me I might get new places,
Shine on like a rose at night
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
wrogów buta!
Niech to wreszcie skuma każda pała zakuta
nasz czas jest teraz, nasze miejsce jest tutaj
Gdyby nie oni, to nie było by mnie!
W wielkim
Summertime's going by too fast
I always forget that it tends to do that
Summertime's going by too quick
Sorry for the officers that I was such
forget this like ya did the long-division
I'ma take my pen and pencil
I'ma show ya how I scribble
Bob and weave the way I dribble
Never settle, whistlin'
Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me
Strap me on a pair of lips and I'll leave you be
High in the saddle, my Chapstick in hand
Through snow and wind
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "The Vegetarians of Love"
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
J'lâche une bastos, sans forcer
Que des 6-0, sans forcer
On joue à Rolland K-Sos, sans forcer
94.0, sans forcer
Danew By Rohff, bob DT
C'est l'été
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