Lyrics:
the side of that atlas
That practiced throw weaves on baskets
Carved masks on cedar plaques
We live by the law of the land
Don't take what you can't
coming to her rescue
While she lay crying, I felt helpless
Where are these cracks that she fell through
The times we live in have less value
Than Bob
ya
Bob
Did you feel this way when you fell in love with Jean
Ohhhhh look
I've felt that way lots of times
The trouble with you is
You don't seem
the Christmas Rock
It's a happy time
And if the children are good they'll get toys to play with
Like rocks
It's Christmas in Ignace
Bob's got a rock
But he's
Has to live and die
Just take a moment to have a fit once in a while
You know, you know
I do it daily and like it but that's my style, yeah, here I
[Styles - Verse One]
My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa
I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean
They hooked up in the '70's when
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
be bringing some of my old friends and some of my new friends
But the whole point is (Redman in the motherfuckin' building)
We gon' have us some fun
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
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
might of cherished love and follow my free will
The evil within, 'cause people live in sin
Yo we're like ?mine a' kin's don't manage a grin?
I cannot
about me
Is this a life worth living
You know how it beacons
But how does it end for me
Will I ever live
Or does he have it in for me
Will this pop
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
still a nice place to live
Still paradise if we believe
Show everyone unselfish love
The kind we get from the man above
And just like that
It’s still
no success without some mistakes G O D is watching over me
Till I D I E Im born to live free
Lifes about reactions while striving for perfection
In
no success without some mistakes
G O D is watching over me
Till I D I E Im born to live free
Lifes about reactions while striving for perfection
In
lungs are damaged
Chain with the dangle
I do bad all by myself
1 of me. And 2 of you that's a threesome, spread them legs.
Chain gang first down free
[Chorus: DMC + (Kid Rock)]
I'm tryin to find my place in the sun
Never lived by the gun I never ran from one
I'm tryin to find my place in the sun
Never
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
and you'll be happy
A happy smiling face is depicted while a drone delivers a product to a household
No doubt ordered online and packaged by a robot in a giant
look like it do nothing but lift weights
And you just fixed the big plate
Kids looking grown by fifth grade
Other day I saw a baby in a stroller
Furniture in my nesting
But by force I'm suggesting
Ya count your blessings
I've got love and assurance
I've got new health insurance
And I've got
Have no fear yah now
Zulu Bob Deh yah now
Give me a reason
Some to believe in
Cause mans dem a move
Dem a move
Like Demons
Heart and mind
Shape up
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