Lyrics:
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
like the new Houdini
escaping from the belly of a whale
it's hard to tell when you'll die
so turn the world on to it's side
cell phones cars
It's a song I've always loved, anyway, from Bob Dylan, with Leon Russell playing it, and it's played as a sort of a heavy Blues feel and an Ian heard
(My pants are tight)
There's a price on their hearts you can't fail to afford.
Drink to the bitch and we'll dance for a while
If you can't do
like this...
The part of Bruce the Duck is played by an oboe...
Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All right, he's not really a
clarinet. He's just --- you
catch fire
You're my escape from the rain
Let's embrace
You're my crave, you're my fate
Can't let you get away
Darling, you're my escape from
Oh my God what do I see, over my shoulder
Now that a year's gone by
Can't escape this memory, its burning brighter
Now that a year's gone by
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
As a kid he was a little wild
You could tell he was a middle child
His parents would mutter potential as he passed by
He said he wouldn't go to Notre
just as good
You're right from your side
I guess I'm wrong from mine
We're both just one too many mornings
cn' a thousand miles behind
Lyrics by Bob
limousine.
Come and sit by me, girl, before I breathe the breath out of you
Hush your mouth and cover your eyes for I'll tell your father of you
He paid
Come and sit by me, girl, before I breathe the breath out of you
Hush your mouth and cover your eyes for I'll tell your father of you
He paid to have you
[Chorus: x2]
I am what you want to be but you can't though
Prime example
You cats can't flow but you get an "E" for effort
[from mah say till
okay
Now it's back to the lab, yes back to the bank
Six
So don't think that I ain't sick
That I'm in places you can't get
When you're inside
In it from the start nigga Spike G
Am I rolling bitch I might be
It's too high I'm too high yeah
Got me feeling like the black Bob Dylan
Pussy wet
Back away from tangents, on the verge of drastic ways
Can't escape this place, I deny your face
Sweat gets in my eyes, I think I'm slowly dying
Put me
losin'"
I'm just focused, homie, sad boy what he isn't
I'ma' pick who I fuck with, you better listen
Eenie… meenie miney moe
Catch a Dylan by the flow, if
waste
Back away from tangents, on the verge of drastic ways
Can't escape this place, I deny your face
Sweat gets in my eyes, I think I'm slowly dying
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
back
And later that day we land at JFK
This trip's been long overdue
Buy an old camper van and head for San Fran
Just me and Dylan and you
From New York
an escape
It's something that will be whatever our fate
There's no use in hiding
Got to keep on trying
Can't take no more lying
This is the last
There's
a huge ass bong, swag off the hook
You can't use that phone
Stopped at the light and put my roof back on
One time for the g's, the niggas got it lock'd
If you see something that looks like a star
And it's shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
And you just can't
the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in they soul!
So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but people
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