Lyrics:
uda thia enu rok layeen
I don't believe that all my people ever foresee
All the talent getting wasted cuz it's lonely
Your attention, is all they ever
savages
Don't believe me? Check my status
This battlefield's my canvas
And it might not take us platinum
But that hand drum is my anthem
We go (bang
an inconspicuous town
I'd start a business sometime later
As a pest exterminator
I loved putting rats and cockroaches down
"we don't believe your story grandpa you
Cated to a respectumal reclusium! yow! science!
(to harry & rhonda)
Ef y'all don't minds me sayin' so, I be'lieves it's 'bout time fo yo pathetical
and long
And I always felt that maybe our home was blessed
When daddy would say mama sing a song
Let see sister left home first I guess
And there was Bob
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry:
Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite
the flavor if you don't believe me
Just check with your neighbor
I get 'nough respect
From the roughest roughneck
And I'm wicked and unruly when it
Comes
night and I'll be whipping in a foreign
Ya I said it so i mean it you best believe it
So conceited thinkin you could beat it
I don't even get defeated I
regularly, through every hill and valley
(I'm here to teach you only truth)
It's Mister Warm and Easy
Somebody please believe me
(For the things you do,
And if you don’t like this thing
Let’s get ready to change it!
It got the summer written all over it
It is time, time for it to happen
What the fuck
vision, I pray it ain't corny
Confident at night, met by mornin' to fizzle out
Oof, this is between us only, only you
The others don't know me
No me who
ain’t boning no fish
On my mama I should’ve been blew Color of the Benz blue
Don’t fuck with them old hundreds nigga like his Bens blue
Bad bitch sitting
to grow
Bitch you bulimic
Want success I'm on the road
And I'm speeding
Ole boi said he got my back
I don't believe em
I don't listen to you cappin ass boys
motherfuckin' prophet
Beg your pardon?
D-d-did I stutter?
Pen to the canvas like I'm bob Ross (Bob Ross)
Call me big boss (Big boss)
On the come up like Steve
Well I ain't shaking off shit but the dirt
That I accumulated by digging down doing work
I love you mama thank you for trying to keep me in church
But
don't mean a lot to me
No contradiction, that make sense
If you see, like B.o.B, behind my tints
Say I'm controversial, I should slide by them
Be
and Dallas
I don't know who else
Believe me, it's not like the slush they give you in the movies
Well, I don't know Bob
Thats right
You don't know
Read all about it; tell me
Have you heard the news?
Captain Bob - he don't pay no dues
You know he's looking in my window
He's stepping on my
we're make-believing
And our souls will be numb if we take this beating
Harass your brain with aspertain, MacDonald's beef, and acid rain
Don't follow
And I don't wanna die- (Great John on the beat by the way)
I don't-I don't wanna die young and-
Ayy, I don't wanna die young, so I stay with a stick
go everyday thinkin' what it'd be like if y'all never left
It's just unreal for me to believe that you're gone
As I see it, there ain't gon' be a way
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
I been through the bad times, let's focus on the good times
Welcome to paradise, where I wanna be alive
I don't need no one by my side, if they can't
pictures
They believe in what I write
Cause I'm writing out the Scriptures
Hollowed out by winter, made me find myself a filter
We can do it Bob the Builder
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