Lyrics:
to yo anklet
What you thinking
Whisper that in lower case
Love is just a gamble baby lemme see your poker face
Girl I know you one of the few who
Bob
Lost in the land of wonder, and my fucking sanity
Am I pawn in your game, am I being used
I live confused, just like concussion I might need a new
Lost in the land of wonder, and my fucking sanity
Am I pawn in your game, am I being used
I live confused, just like concussion I might need a new
you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
the hardest
Thing to believe in
It's obvious to see that they keep deceiving
Obvious that we live lives with no meaning
Obvious that we forgot to keep dreaming
SAN ANTONIO ROSE
(Bob Wills)
Deep within my heart lies a melody
A song of old San Antone
Where in dreams I live with a memory
Beneath
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios
Brian
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
Ayy, Bob, what up? Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy hey!
It's B-O, B-O lil' C on the beat
Haha yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah ah ah
Yo, yo, yo, yo bobby
What up, what up? I can't really hear you
Ayo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave sha' ten
Make sure he drops them
confined
In wires or nine to fives
Or borderline
Suicidal and traumatized
By evil lives or knives
We let into our fragile minds
Our lives controlled by suits
They told me drop the book, and the pen and the mic fuck what you dislike
Whether I'm wrong I'm expressing myself with what feels right
Live by your
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
Woo Woo Woo
Remix to Catch me outside
You know I'm bout to get live
Cause I'm from that 305
Aye Aye Let's Get It
Walking by faith and not by sight
the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
satisfy me
(piano solo by Black Bob)
If you wanna somethin', smell like fish
Down in the alley you can find that dish
So take me down in the alley
So take
in the food in the Bob Marley hold out
Balls to the wall on a date with a student
Go hard, go hard, live hard, die hard
Rape one, cap one, fake
a better way to live
And why she stood by me in these past years God only knows
Cause there's been times when we hadn't had enough to eat
And too many
It's time for us to redefine who we be
You can shave it off like a South African beauty
Or get in on lock like Bob Marley
You can rock it straight
It's time for us to redefine who we be
You can shave it off like a South African beauty
Or get in on lock like Bob Marley
You can rock it straight
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
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